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Nine
The landing announcement woke the sleepy travelers. It was still dark outside but they brought up the interior lights before the descent. Rolland and Valerie got their stuff organized and then noticed the shy glances from the couple across the way. It looked like they wanted to talk but were too embarrassed to make the first move. Rolland took care of that.
"I'm Rolland, and this is Valerie, my wife for the week," he said by way of introduction.
"I'm Sean, and this is my girlfriend Sara," Sean said, and the men shook hands.
"Fiancé Sara," she clarified, giving him an elbow in the ribs before climbing across his lap to shake hands. As soon as she made eye contact with Valerie, she started talking a hundred miles an hour.
"You must think terribly of me, but honestly, I have never done anything like that before in my whole entire life. It started out mostly innocent, but then I had two drinks from the trolley, and then I was feeling a bit frisky, and then we saw your note..." Sara paused and looked back at Rolland, "wait a minute, did you say wife for the week?"
"It's a long story, for another time," Rolland said, "but I can assure you we do not think poorly of you. In fact, I think my wife will agree that it was an incredible start to our vacation."
"I do agree, and I have never done anything like that in my whole entire life either," Valerie said with some color on her cheeks, "but it was very exciting."
"Wasn't it though?" Sara agreed, and kissed Sean. The couple were originally from a small town and were traveling to celebrate Sean's graduation with a master's degree in accounting. Sara was a nurse at a local hospital but was trying to get hired on with the pediatric department. They both did well financially and wanted to take a big vacation together to see if they were wholly compatible before tying the knot.
"So far so great," Sean said, kissing his fiancé.
When the plane landed, Rolland gave Sean one of his cards with his phone number on it, saying they would be here for 10 days. Sean and Sara would only be here five days, but said they would love to see them again. They got their luggage from the overhead bins, and then had a long wait while the plane emptied out. The biggest drawback to sitting in the back row, was you were the last people off the plane.
The airport was closed, and the plane didn't even connect to a jetway. A metal staircase had been rolled up to the plane, and the passengers walked down onto the tarmac. Their luggage had been loaded onto racks near the stairs, and there was a line of people making their way to the building. The main doors were open, but most of the counters were dark and deserted. Valerie bypassed the building and led Rolland to the rental lot next door. A computer screen confirmed she had a reservation, and where their car was parked. Valerie had requested a jeep, and it was parked and waiting for them in space B13. While Rolland tossed their luggage in the back, Valerie jumped into the driver's seat and started it up.
"You driving?" Rolland asked, climbing up in the passenger seat.
"Of course, I'm the only one who knows where we're going," she said.
It was only a fifteen-minute drive through the predawn streets of Rarotonga to their home for the next week. It was a small townhouse on the ocean side of the road. The house was only seventy feet from the beach, and there was a warm onshore breeze blowing in their faces. They carried their luggage to the door where a key lockbox hung from the doorknob. Valerie used the combination to open it up and remove the tow keys.
The inside was clean, open, with lots of windows for light. It wasn't light out yet, but it was getting lighter in the east. There was only one bedroom and it was sparsely furnished. A queen bed with a vibrant bedspread of tropical flowers in red, orange, and yellows. There was a six-drawer dressed, and one night stand. There was a painting on the wall of a green turtle swimming through turquoise waters.
Valerie put all her clothing away in the drawers, explaining it made it feel like home when she unpacked. Rolland did the same, and then hung up a few things in the small closet. Their suitcases also went into the closet, out of sight for the week.
Valerie let out a sigh, and gave Rolland a sideways grin.
"I have been waiting a whole year for this, this place always feels like paradise to me," she said.
"What do you want to do first?" Rolland asked.
"I know this great breakfast shack, but it won't open for a few hours. We could walk on the beach, or we...."
Rolland grabbed her and tossed her on the bed with a surprised squeal. He pulled off his shirt and kicked off his shoes before jumping on the bed. He wanted to pin her down before she had a chance to get away.
"What are you doing?" she gasped, only to be cut off by his kisses. He kissed her thoroughly, holding her hair, turning her how he wanted. He was learning about her while they kissed, finding out what she liked, what made her moan, what made her lean in, what made her want more. Rolland started his descent down her body, kissing her chest, and pulling up her shirt to kiss her belly. Valerie fought him for some of it, claiming she was ticklish. As Rolland started to go lower, Valerie grabbed his hair to keep him from moving while she tried to get out several excuses at once.
"I need a shower; I'm still a mess from what you did to me on the plane, and I should probably shave my legs again, and..."
"I have been waiting three time zones to do this to you," Rolland said interrupting her, "and this is my own version of paradise. Let your husband take care of you for a few minutes. Don't be afraid to talk to me; harder, softer, left, or right. Tell me what you enjoy, my wife, and I will show you how much I enjoy doing it," Rolland said.
He finished lifting her skirt out of the way, and pulled her underwear off again. Was that the second time or the third time today? He should probably just tell her not to wear any for the rest of the vacation. At last, she was revealed for him, her most private things on display. There was no way to hide anything in the position they were in. Rolland spent some time looking at her, telling her she was beautiful, and perfect. He let his fingertips brush across sensitive places, barely touching but hinting at what he might do. Valerie was embarrassed at first, but the more he talked, the more he touched, the more she relaxed. She could feel his breath on her, and it made her legs tingle. He leaned forward and Valerie caught her breath. He kissed the inside of her leg and it sent shockwaves through her. Then he kissed the other side and her skin broke out in gooseflesh. The third time he leaned forward, he licked right up her seam and flicked her clit when he reached the top. Her hips came off the bed like she had been electrocuted and she cried out with a sound.
"Gnungh!"
Fingers soft as butterflies moved in and gently drew her lips apart, opening her up for him. When he had her situated the way he wanted, he moved forward and captured her clit between his lips. He sucked it into his mouth, rubbing his tongue against it on the inside of his mouth.
"Awfukjez" Valerie said, smashing several words together.
Rolland went back to licking, hitting new spots that Valerie didn't know she owned. He would dance around her clit, and then attack it with a flurry of intensity, before backing off and slowing down. Each wave of his assault took her higher, and she babbled nonsense without knowing it. Within minutes she was pleading for him to let her cum, to deliver that spectacular finish his mouth was promising. He inserted a finger in her, and sawed it in and out while licking her softly. Then he drew the finger against the front wall, and sawed it while licking her slower but harder. Valerie thrashed her head from side to side saying 'yes' while he did it. Valerie didn't consider herself flexible, but the more Rolland worked his magic on her, the farther she tried to spread her legs. She was pulling them apart as wide as they could go, surrendering herself to him. She offered herself to him, in the only way she could at the moment.
Valerie did give some verbal instructions in the beginning, but she learned that Rolland didn't need much coaching. Everything he did was amazing, every spot he touched excited her, it was all so new. Eventually her talking tapered off to just three words. Yes, more, and please. She was dripping for him and while it embarrassed her, it only seemed to excite him all the more. His fingers and his tongue would dip into her, and draw her nectar up towards her clit. That bundle of nerves was on fire by now, aching to be touched.
Rolland had eased into a rhythm now of licking, sucking, and blowing that was making her lose her mind. She was inching closer, but not fast enough to save her sanity. She started pleading with him, begging louder. His speed increased and he changed technique by eliminating the blowing. Now it was licking, and then sucking, and then back to licking. Her hips were arching off the bed, and her body was desperate for the release. The speed brought her closer, but it was still just out of reach. Valerie started calling his name, over and over. Rolland increased his speed once more, and then skipped the sucking. Now it was just him licking her, and she was almost there. This time he would let her cum, he had to. It was so close now she could feel it.
He moved his hand under her and she felt his finger at her opening. She was already as wide as she could get, and dripping honey for him, but still his finger paused at her wet opening.
"Please," she gasped.
When he moved his hand, she realized what he was doing. It wasn't just one finger, it was two. One teased the opening in the front, and the other; well, the other was someplace else. Valerie was too far gone to care, and her need to cum was scrambling her brain.
"Yes" she moaned.
The fingertips slipped inside her an inch, and she realized she was very well lubricated in both places. He was only moving in and out a tiny bit, but along with his licking, it was going to be enough. Valerie was pushing her body down against his fingers, trying to get more, to get over. The sensations were doubled and her orgasm seemed to be coming from two places now. She climbed and she crested, teetering on the edge for what felt like a thousand years.
"Yes!" she yelled again, body arched and frozen in place, shaking.
Rolland kept licking, and pushed his two fingers in another inch.
"Nungh!" Valerie screamed, and then all the circuit breakers in her head tripped.
Valerie screamed so loud that dolphins heard her. Her legs slammed together on Rolland's head and he was fortunate to survive. She squirted when she came; but didn't remember doing so. Her body thrashed like a sailfish out of water. Rolland had both hands wrapped around her thighs, and tried to hold on for dear life. It was a wild ride.
When it was over, Valerie was a limp noodle laying on a sunset of tropical flowers. Rolland needed a chiropractor, but felt very good with his performance. He loved doing that, and apparently, Valerie liked it too.
"That was worth the price of admission right there," he said to himself. He covered Valerie up with another blanket, and went to find the shower. His wife had made a mess of him, and he needed cleaning up.
