Adam's senses slowly returned to him as the sound of a knife on a wooden cutting board reached his ears. He blinked a few times, rubbed his eyes and groggily glanced around. The early-afternoon sun was high in the cloudless sky, its rays reflecting from the swimming pool outside and casting patterns of bright light up into the ceiling of the living room. Adam's soiled underwear and jeans had been removed while he had been half-asleep, allowing his flaccid member to rest against his abdomen. He was now naked save for his unbuttoned collared shirt, which he still wore loosely around his shoulders. More sounds emanated from the open kitchen, and as Adam glanced in their direction he regained the rest of his dulled senses, every second of what had happened earlier painted vividly in his mind. His arrival, registration, travelling to the villa and then meeting Taisha, the half-wild jungle-girl. The girl who was now his companion.
In the kitchen, still wearing the same tight white shirt and the tan mini skirt, she stood. She was facing away from Adam, working upon the kitchen counter. Slowly, deliberately, she chopped tropical fruit into bite-sized slices, which she then arranged in a glass tray she had prepared on the counter. Heady aromas of guava, mango and papaya, as well as some more exotic fruit Adam could not name, wafted into his nostrils as the young girl worked the knife with supreme skill and precision. Adam stretched his muscles, and could feel the blood rushing in his veins as his body awoke. Taisha's hips swayed hypnotically from side to side as she worked, and her spiky black hair swung gently, following the rhythm of the blade in her hand.
Adam stood up and faced the kitchen, the memories and the thoughts in his head immediately alerting his body, bringing his penis to a semi-erect state, as he took an uncertain step forward, unsure what to do with himself. Step by step, slowly, carefully, Adam walked across the thick red carpet that covered the living room area, stopping at the edge where the carpet ended and revealed a fine pattern of black and white tiles underneath. Taisha slowed her work and slowly turned her head to her right, granting Adam a smile and a playful glance over her shoulder. Suddenly she reacted to something, snapping her face forward so that her short black hair waved in the air, as Adam could hear a ceramic clatter at her feet. Taisha let out a small sigh of frustration, which Adam doubted was completely genuine, took a single step back from the counter, a single step closer to Adam, and then slowly, teasingly, bent forward to pick up the fruit knife she had dropped.
As she pushed her body downward, the back of her short skirt receded, revealing promises of satisfaction and pleasure in the form of a coffee-brown, perfectly peach-shaped bottom. As she reached down all the way, her legs parted just a hint, and Adam caught a glimpse of the silhouette of her small, cleanly shaven mound. With agile fingers she snapped the fruit knife, raised her hands above her head and placed the knife on the counter. She inhaled sharply, perfectly audible against the faint background noise of the sea crashing upon the sandy beaches outside, and placed her hands firmly on the edge of the counter. Adam could see her small, lean muscles flexing underneath her shirt as she used her arms to slowly straighten herself. The short skirt did not lower itself, but remained crumpled up at her hip, revealing, rather than hiding her form. Adam took a step closer, then another, and reached out to her. His hand shook slightly as he touched the soft tan cloth that made up Taisha's skirt, and pulled it down to it's place, sensing Taisha's disapproval of the gesture in the way she sighed in frustration. As the skirt reached it's original place, and with Adam's hand still gently holding on to the edge of the cloth, Adam could hear Taisha's breathing, expectant, as if she was wordlessly begging for him to do something else, something more...
Adam willed his hands to stop trembling and slowly pressed his palm against the cloth that covered Taisha's behind. She trembled ever-so-slightly at his touch, exhaling slowly. Her hands remained on the edge of the counter, her back curved slightly inward so as the provide Adam unhindered access to her backside. Adam moved his fingers up to the other edge of the cloth, to her waist, slipping two of his index fingers underneath the hem of her shirt, feeling her pulse and the heat of her body against his fingers as he carefully, almost timidly, caressed the small of her back. She felt like a coiled spring, a trap ready to snap, dangerous and barely contained. Adam simply needed to provide the trigger that would unleash her. He stopped his hand, listened to Taisha's breathing, and slowly began to rub his fingers down her hip, the loose elastic band of the skirt catching onto his finger as he did. An inch, then another, then a third. After the fourth the elastic band crossed the point of no return, and as Adam released it by pressing his finger slightly into Taisha's soft flesh, the skirt fell off of her, now only a small pile of crumpled tan cloth around her slender ankles.
Adam admired her form once more, the perfect peach-shape of her bottom tantalized him, as did the sharp contrast of the pale skin of his fingers against the darkness of her smooth, bare flesh. Taisha turned her head again, a devious smile crossing her lips, and took a slow step backwards. Her backside touched the tip of Adam stiffened penis, and Adam could feel a jolt of something indescribable come over his body, running up his spine and making his head spin. Taisha closed her eyes slowly, snatched a piece of fruit off the cutting board and allowed her hands to fall to her sides, then began to turn around to face Adam. Not for one instant did her body come out of contact with Adam's throbbing member, the tip smearing, almost painting, a thin glistening line on her body as she turned.
Adam and Taisha faced one another, Adam standing a few inches taller than the native girl, yet she didn't seem especially small. He could see her body heaving gently as she breathed deep, the silhouette of her breasts in the white fabric now blocking his view downward, as she arched her body, still maintaining a physical contact with Adam's erect member. Her eyes opened, blinked twice, and then the gaze of those big, beautiful emerald eyes locked with Adam's. He was mesmerized, like a prey animal before a snake, unable to move for the moment.
She smiled, her lips parted as she did, and her mouth formed a single word. Adam did not know the word, but it rang beautiful nonetheless, as if she had just described something of utmost beauty and fragility. She raised her hand, a piece of some unknown yellow fruit held in her slender fingers, and raised it up to her lips. She rubbed the fruit across her lips, much like some other woman might apply lipstick, and the thick glossy juices of the fruit coated her mouth, a single drop escaping and, as Adam observed it, rolling down her chin, eventually dropping down leaving naught but a tiny damp spot on her otherwise pristine white shirt. Adam raised his gaze, which had traced the drop, and met Taisha's eyes again. She still smiled, having traced Adam's eyes, then slowly moved the piece of fruit from her mouth, and placed it against Adam's lips. Adam instinctively opened his mouth, allowing Taisha to deposit the piece of fruit within. He could taste the sweetness of the exotic fruit, feel it's perfectly soft texture, and yet he sensed something more, something that was not of the fruit, but to him, tasted even sweeter.
Taisha withdrew her hand, playfully licking one of her fingers, which glistened with the juices of the fruit. Adam chewed and swallowed his piece, which left a pleasant aftertaste in his mouth and emanated a warm sensation as it travelled inside him. Taisha gave a tiny nod, a pleased look on her face, and snatched another, noticeably larger piece of the fruit from the cutting board. Like perfectly transparent honey, the juices of the fruit ran down her arm as the droplets raced across her smooth skin. She raised the fruit in front of her eyes, in front of Adam's eyes, and slowly, temptingly, squeezed. A rivulet of juice was released from the fruit's brightly-coloured flesh. Some of it ran down her arm, but most of it dropped onto her chest, soaking the white cloth that covered her bosom so that the cloth was rendered see-through as it became glued to her dark chocolate skin. She gave a playful little giggle, shrugged and dropped the spent piece of fruit to the floor.
A few seconds passed in stillness, Taisha simply standing there, her head inquisitively cocked to the side, her body an offering ready to be made. Adam's mind reeled. This girl was so much younger than him, so wild, so different. How could he even consider using her. How could he allow these thoughts, these wild fantasies he had kept to himself for years and years bubble up to the surface. He had to stop! He had to turn away. He could not stop, nor turn away, his hand acted on it's own as his instincts overrode his brain. His fingers gently traced her collarbone and moved down in an arc, across the slippery and wet cloth. The tips of his fingers circled around her breast, the glistening juices of the fruit providing no friction whatsoever, closing in on her nipple. Taisha inhaled sharply and snapped her mouth shut. It was Adam's turn to smile, though even he wasn't sure why he was smiling. Taisha slowly raised her hand to the top button of her shirt, but Adam gently snatched her wrist, pushing her hand down to her side. For a split second Adam expected her to try again or to resist, but instead she complied, breathing heavily as her eyes traced Adam's every move. Adam grabbed the collar of her shirt, feeling the oh-so-thin cloth between his tense fingers, and pulled.
The buttons popped and through the sound of fabric tearing Adam could hear Taisha's voice, as she let out a tiny whimper that might have been another word of the local language. Adam released the shirt, which joined the discarded skirt on the floor. Taisha's naked body seemingly pulsated and trembled in front of him, as if trying to escape its nonexistent bonds. Her chest glistening with the juices that had seeped through the cloth. A few droplets, released as the shirt was removed, now raced down the shallow curve of her belly only to disappear between her thighs. Adam allowed his hands to fall to his sides. He was shocked to the core, surprised by his own actions and the lust that was now welling up in his body. His own body trembled and he felt blood rushing in his groin, a pulsating sensation coming over his fully-erect member, every muscle tense and ready to act. Yet, he was still bound by inhibition, he could not bring himself to act, even after coming this far. Adam swallowed hard, suppressing a tremor in his hands as he allowed them to fall to his sides, limp and powerless.
"I'm too weak."
