Tom's day started badly and just kept getting worse.
Early in the morning, he had been woken up by the phone. It was his sister Jill. He had been surprised to hear from her. She had dropped out of sight soon after her wedding to Jamie Fontana. She called up their parents infrequently but this was the first time that she had ever called him.
"Hi, Jill", he said, "This is a surprise!"
"I know", Jill replied, "I need a huge favour. I can't speak for long, so I'll come straight to the point. Jamie's dead."
Tom was shocked.
"I am sorry", he said gruffly.
"Jamie's been dead for over a month now and I am slowly getting used to it. But I need your help, Tom. Can you come over here for six months or so?"
"Six months!", Tom was flabbergasted, "What about my job?"
"Tom, Don't say anything now. I'll call you again tomorrow. Think about it and let me know what you've decided. I really do need your help."
Tom put the phone down and started thinking about his sister. Jill had always been a cheerful, no-nonsense girl and if she said she needed help, she really must do. But he couldn't just put his life on hold for six months. He would have to say no when she called, he decided.
When he reached the office a few hours later, everybody was called into a conference room. They were told that their boutique law practise had been merged with a big national firm. Layoffs were expected and would be announced shortly.
Tom had put his heart and soul into his work for the last few years and had been expecting to be made partner in six months and this news was a blow. Even if he wasn't laid off, there was no way he'd made a partner now. He tried to call Jane, his girl friend to tell her the news but she seemed to be in some meeting or the other and he couldn't get hold of her.
After the announcement, work was a washout. He came home early and was about to call Jane when he noticed the message light flashing on his answering machine. He couldn't believe it when he heard the message. She had dumped him! No wonder she hadn't been taking his calls. Things had sort of fizzled out between them - mainly because they were both very busy with their careers - but to be dumped so unceremoniously made him angry.
"The bitch didn't even have the guts to tell me face to face", he thought savagely.
The next morning, his sister called.
"What did you decide, Tom?", Jill asked.
Tom was about to say that he couldn't possibly get away for six months, when he caught himself. What did he really have here? His job, into which he had put so much effort had been pulled out from under him. His girl friend had just dumped him. He had been a good lawyer and he had been paid well, so he had a fair amount of savings and money wasn't an issue.
"OK, sis", he said, "Count me in. But I don't even know where you live!"
"Thanks so much, Tom", Jill replied her relief evident in her voice.
The big surprise was Jill's address. She didn't live in the country at all. She lived on Paradise Island, a tropical island , several thousand miles from the nearest big landmass. It was Jamie's birth place. Apparently, the island had been populated in the mid nineteenth century by a bunch of mutineers. They had managed to capture slave girls from other islands and passing slavers and the population now stood at several thousand. Little was known of the island. It was an independent country and had its own laws. Tourism was not allowed. The island was quite fertile and was surrounded by rich fishing grounds. The only contact with the outside world was a once-a-month boat which went to a bigger island a few hundred miles out, sold fish and took back any essentials that the islanders needed that weren't available on the island.
Tom reached Paradise Island after a forty eight hour journey by flight and boat and was completely bushed by the time he stepped off the boat. As he stepped off the boat, a pretty woman came up to him and asked, "Master Tom?"
"Yes", he replied.
The woman was beautiful, about five and a half feet in height. She had an oval face with full lips. She couldn't have been more than nineteen or twenty. She was wearing a simple white cotton dress which came to just above her knees. The dress was all white except just above the girl's right breast where there was a pattern of an eagle with its wings outstretched. Her breasts stood proudly under her dress and her calves and ankles were very shapely.
"Missus Jill sent me", she said in a lilting voice, "Please follow me".
"What about my luggage?", Tom asked.
The girl shrugged and her breasts moved enticingly. Tom realised that she was not wearing a bra. In spite of his tiredness, he felt himself hardening. "The boat man will send it on", she said.
It felt good to be walking again after two days on cramped planes and boats. Tom noticed that one of his shoe laces was undone. When he started walking again after tying it up, he noticed that the girl had moved on ahead. The setting sun was streaming through her dress rendering her practically naked. She had wonderful legs, Tom decided. A gust of wind moulded the thin cotton dress to her back and Tom could see her lovely ass. Tom wondered how it would feel to grip her ass in his hands and give them a light squeeze. With such lustful thoughts in his head, he joined her and asked, "What's your name?"
"Serafina, Sir", she replied.
"Tom", he said, extending his hand.
"Master Tom", she said, looking downwards and took his hand. Her hand felt warm in Tom's hands. She made no move to take her hand away and Tom was in no hurry to let go of her, either. Hand in hand, they started walking again. This could be an interesting six months, thought Tom.
Tom soon saw a series of buildings ahead of him and Serafina led him there. Soon they saw other people coming towards them and Tom let go of Serafina's hand, cursing himself for being so tongue tied and not having the guts to make a pass at the girl.
His sister was waiting for them outside the biggest of the buildings. As soon as she saw him, she ran towards him and hugged him tightly. He could feel her heavy breasts against his chest and felt a stirring in his loins again. "Christ! I better control myself.", thought Tom, "This is my own sister!"