Island Encounter

"Go on, pet." Sofia gave him an arch look. "I don't recall giving you permission to stare."

"My apologies, Miss." He ducked his head as he reached for the oil. "I couldn't look away."

"So I noticed." She lowered herself to the towel and closed her eyes. "Start with the feet again, pet, although you don't need to take too long. That felt very nice. And remove your swimsuit," she added. "I like to look as well."

"Yes, Miss." His stomach tightened but he slid his trunks off, not daring to look at her face to see her reaction now.

As directed, John started with her feet, making sure to run his thumbs over the balls of her feet. She'd enjoyed that, he knew. After a few moments, he began working his way up her calves. His heart began to hammer in his chest and he took a break for more oil in large part to calm it. As he placed his hands on her knees and began to massage her thighs, he gave up trying to avoid looking at her sex.

She parted her legs, both to accommodate his hands but also, he thought, to tease him. Her pubic hair was sparse but curly, and he imagined how it would feel as he ran his fingers through—if she deigned to let him do so. Sofia had said she saw no point in denying pleasure; that didn't mean she might not have some fun delaying it.

He rubbed the oil into her skin, lingering as long as he could on her thighs, and then her hips and abdomen. He did rub his hand over the top of her mound, but it was far as he dared go. She's killing me, he thought as his pulse quickened, and she's probably loving every second of it.

He, on the other hand, was tensing up again. With her naked body before him and his hands on it, so close to such intimate places, his erection had returned in full force. When she moved a bit and brushed his erection with her hand, he gasped and had to stop his ministrations. His mind raced with thoughts of her keeping her hand in place, stroking him, but he shook them out and continued, although his heart was racing.

His hands were firm on her ribs as his thumbs moved in circles. He dared a glance up at her face and saw her eyes closed but a smile on her lips. Pleased that she appeared to be enjoying his efforts, he moved his hands up further so that he almost brushed the underside of her breasts.

Would she let him touch her breasts? The idea that she wouldn't made him feel hollow. Surely, after all this time, she would let him do that, wouldn't she?

"Pet?" Her voice cut through the fog of his thoughts.

"Yes, Miss Sofia?"

"You'll be doing my breasts next. Make sure you use use plenty of oil; the skin there can be sensitive and I don't like it to be dry."

"Of course, Miss."

John's heart stuttered as he once again poured oil into his hands and warmed it. Once again, he had a sense of being tested, and so he began rubbing the oil into the sides of her breasts, reveling in the soft warmth. Sofia made an approving noise and John relaxed. He carried on, paying close attention to her reactions and adjusting his touch accordingly.

He drew in a long, deep breath as his palms covered the front of her breasts and he felt her nipples underneath. The sensation was as he'd imagined, little pebbles under the center of his hands. His fingers dug gently into the tan flesh as he massaged, and there was no hiding his body's reaction. The one advantage, he thought, of having come earlier, was that despite how aroused he was, he'd last longer this time.

"Shoulders now, pet."

"Yes, Miss Sofia." With some reluctance, John moved along her body and reached over to rub her shoulders. His mind had started to drift when his body jerked; it took a moment to realize that she had touched him. Her finger traced lazy circles around his nipples. "Oh, Miss."

"You're very handsome, pet. I think I would enjoy your body."

"It's yours, of course, Miss Sofia."

"Is it now?"

He was coming to adore that laughing, questioning tone of her voice. "Certainly, Miss."

She let him work on her shoulders for a few more minutes before laying one hand on his arm. "That's enough. Thank you, pet. That was wonderful."

"You're welcome, Miss Sofia. I'm glad I could please you."

"You did, and you aren't done yet."

John's heart raced as he fought back a grin. "No, Miss?"

"No." She sat up, and her breasts swayed. He bit the inside of his cheek to douse his excitement at the view. "You've already had your release, and I think it's hardly fair that I haven't had mine."

His eyes widened. "Miss Sofia, I'm sorry. If you had just told me..."

"I'm telling you now." Her tone was brisk. "And so, I think you should turn your efforts now to arousing me, don't you think? Shouldn't I feel the same pleasure?"

"Of course, Miss!" Desperation crept up within him. He wanted nothing more than to please her, he just needed the chance.

"Good." She nodded. "But I think...I think we will need to make it challenging." That playful note was in her voice again and he grew even harder. "So," she continued, "I think I have an idea for that."

"Yes, Miss Sofia?" He forced the words out through a dry throat.

"On your knees, pet, and turn around."

He did, and his member jumped as he felt her nimble fingers on his skin, and then something else.

"I'm finished; turn back now."

He obeyed and found that she'd restrained his hands. Looking around, he realized that the top of her bikini was missing. He closed his eyes and gave a low groan and moved his arms, realizing she'd used her top to tie them. It had seemed so flimsy on her, yet now it had no give. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes, his breath racing as he met her gaze.

"Now, pet." She settled back on her elbows, then drew her knees up. "Your massage was quite good, but I'm looking for another form of relaxation now. I think you know what I mean." She leaned her knees to the left, then to the right, her legs together and hiding the part of her he was dying to see again. "You do know, don't you, pet?"

He nodded, trying to keep his breathing steady.

"All right then." Inch by inch, she moved her legs apart. He stared, mesmerized. "Now, you'll have to be diligent, pet, since your hands are of no use."

"Yes...yes, Miss." His voice was just above a whisper.

"You may begin." Sofia remained propped on her arms, her legs now open, her sex in full view. "Now, pet."

"Yes, Miss Sofia."

John took a breath, then shuffled forward on his knees to get closer. He shifted to gain his balance, staring all the while at the sight before him, hardly daring to think it was real. He leaned forward, spreading his knees apart for balance and inhaling her scent, which made his senses reel.

Although he wanted to, he knew better than to assault her as though he hadn't seen a woman in years. Miss Sofia wouldn't appreciate that. He didn't want to make her wait, but neither did he want her to think he had no restraint, no finesse.

Then there was no more time to think, as her soft, wet nether lips were within reach of his tongue. He traced the edges, getting his first taste of her and groaning when he did. He smelled the coconut scent from her suntan oil, mixed with the sweet and salty essence of Sofia. A rush of excitement rolled through his body and with a major effort of will, he managed not to come.

"Very nice, pet. Continue." Her voice was low and husky and he throbbed again at both her tone and her approval.

Instead of thanking her, as he supposed he should have, he continued to explore her with his mouth. His tongue traveled in and out, around and over the silky, slick folds. Almost by accident, his tongue rubbed over the bud at the top and she jerked a little. John smiled to himself, pleased by her reaction. She was wet and flowing and he couldn't get enough of the way she tasted. He thought about what would happen when she came, and he began to concentrate on that instead of just exciting her.

She hissed out a breath as he redirected his efforts to her sensitive bud. "Yes, pet. Keep doing that."

He paused long enough to say, "Yes, Miss Sofia," in a raspy voice before resuming.

"Pet?" Her voice was even but he could hear the desire underneath.

"Yes, Miss?" He stopped once again, although it was hard. He looked up and saw her stroking her breasts and teasing her nipples.

"Be sure to contain yourself. I have further plans after this."

"Yes, Miss Sofia." With an effort, he put the vision of her rolling her nipples out of his head in order to comply with her wishes. His tongue flicked and swirled, and her breathing grew ragged as her hips moved against his mouth. After she made an audible gasp, he closed his lips over the spot and sucked. She bucked against him and cried out.

She hasn't told me to stop, John reasoned, so I'd better wait until she does. He smiled to himself as he continued to lick and suck, relishing every drop of her, every gasp and movement of her hips. After a time, he felt a hand on his head, pressing back, and he obeyed. He sighed in relief as he knelt back. As enjoyable as it had been, his body was shaking from the effort of pleasing her without being able to use his arms even to brace himself.

There was no sound aside from the wind through the leaves and the ragged breathing of the two on the sand.

"You are a treasure, pet." Sofia took a deep breath and laid her hands on her stomach. "I was fortunate to find you."

"So was I, Miss." John relaxed a bit, sat back on his heels and tried to even out his breathing. "I had feared I'd spend this whole vacation at a loss for what to do."

She laughed. "I thought the whole point of a vacation was not having much to do."

He chuckled and shrugged. "That too, but when I looked ahead and saw all this open time, I wasn't sure what to do with it."

"Well." Sofia rose to her knees. "I think we might be able to keep you occupied, pet. If you'd like."

"I would." He nodded.

"Good." She studied him for a moment, then looked concerned. "Are you all right, pet?"

"Fine, Miss Sofia," he assured her. "Although I would ask that my arms be released, just for a few moments."

"I think we can compromise." Sofia stood and walked behind him. He felt the warmth of her body as she knelt down, and the soft brush of her nipples against his back. He dropped his head forward and concentrated on not coming.

She released his hands and he sighed as he brought his arms forward, rolling his shoulders and rubbing his wrists to release the tension. Sofia watched as he did and then said, "Here, pet. Hold out your hands."

He did and she bound them again, this time in front. "There." She smiled. "That should do nicely. Now, lay back on the towel, pet."

With a feeling of pleasant apprehension, he did. He had to admit it wasn't a bad situation. Lying on the towel, with his arms in front of him, he could at last let his body relax. He also had a perfect view of Sofia's lush body above him and had lifted his hands up to her before he realized it. She raised and eyebrow and tsk-ed in mock disappointment.

"I never said to touch, pet. That calls for a bit more punishment." Sofia reached over and found her suit bottom, and arranged it to cover his eyes. "Now, lift your arms over your head."

His body tense with anticipation, he did. How could I have done that? he wondered. He could sense her next to him, but it was torture not to be able to see her. He could rely on his imagination, of course, but to be denied the sight of her body now, when he was helpless before her...Her voice caught his attention again.

"If you behave pet, perhaps I'll remove that. For now, you're just mine."

"Yes...yes, Miss."

"And what a lovely body this is," she murmured. She dragged her fingernails over his chest; his nipples hardened and every muscle in his body clenched. In a low, silky voice, she made comments as she stroked his skin, touching him everywhere but the one place he knew—and she knew—he wanted to be touched the most.

"Patience, pet." Her voice was a husky whisper by his ear, and her tongue flicked out over the lobe. He couldn't help the way his body jerked. "Control, pet." She tsk-ed again. "I'm not ready for that yet. I know you won't disappoint me."

"N..no, Miss."

She resumed her explorations, and he gasped when he caught the scent of her sex again. She settled her body over his chest, and the warm wetness he felt made holding off his orgasm one of the great challenges of his life. Somehow, he managed.

When she at last wrapped her fingers around his erection, he couldn't hold back a long, low groan. His hips arched up as her hand moved up and down in slow, firm strokes. "Oh, Miss. I am so grateful."

"I know." A few more languorous strokes and she said, "Remember, pet. Control."

He didn't have time to acknowledge it before she took him in her mouth. His eyes widened beneath his blindfold and he blanked his mind in his efforts to retain the control she had admonished him about.

Her tongue whirled around him, over the head of his shaft and then down the sides. She held him still with her hands as her mouth played over him. He'd never felt anything like this in his life and doubted he would again. Still, he concentrated on holding himself back. She might take you inside her body, he told himself. That's worth waiting for. There was no guarantee, but focusing on that helped keep him from exploding from her attentions.

He wished she'd uncover his eyes. Her backside, he thought, would be in a perfect position for him to admire it. He might even catch a glimpse of those wonderful, wet lips if she leaned forward far enough. As she leaned forward, sliding her mouth up and down his erection, he could feel her breasts and nipples as they grazed his skin.

She continued for some time and he began to think he wasn't going to last when she trailed her tongue up his length and then sat up. He felt her move and bit back a moan at the idea that he'd missed seeing that part of her again. Then she stroked his face and he blinked as she removed the makeshift blindfold.

"You have amazing control, pet." She smiled and ran her tongue over her lips. "I've had many men who haven't lasted half as long as you."

"I've let myself hope for a reward, Miss." He gave her a pained smile in return. "It helped keep my focus."

"I'm sure it did." She ran one finger over his lips, then along his jaw. "I'm of a mind to give you that reward, although there's one final task."

"Anything, Miss."

"Bring your arms down."

John moved his arms forward so that his hands rested on his stomach, inches from the wet heat that he itched to touch.

"Now." She gave him a predatory look and moved her body up until her thighs were on either side of his face. "Once more, pet."

Anything, Miss. He kept his eyes open as she lifted her sex over his lips and lowered herself so that he had access. Once again he dragged his tongue over the lips, savoring her taste, and then, as she came even closer, he thrust his tongue inside. She made a sound low in her throat and he continued, alternating sliding his tongue inside with running it over the wonderful little pearl; the action made her rock her hips back and forth.

Sensitive from his earlier attentions, Sofia climaxed after only a few moments. John was pleased but wished he could have made it last longer. He managed one last slide of his tongue inside her before she rose up and maneuvered herself back.

"That was lovely." Sofia's eyes were bright and her lips a deep red, swollen slightly from where she'd bitten her lip. "And now, I think we've both been waiting for this."

John stared, mesmerized, as she rose up over him, then lowered herself just enough so that the tip of his staff brushed the velvet heat of her sex. She rocked back and forth and he hissed out a breath.

"Remember, pet," she said as she slid lower. "Not too quickly." He gritted his teeth as her body enveloped him. For a moment he was lost in the sensation. She was wet like the ocean, hot like the sun.

"You feel wonderful, Miss. Thank you." John stared at her, watched as her breasts bounced in time with the rhythm she set, raising and lowering herself on him. Her dusky lips hid and then revealed his own raging desire; he had no idea how he had lasted this long without coming.

"I need more stimulation, pet." She rolled her hips as she leaned forward, presenting her breasts to him. "Go on, use your mouth." She winked and gave him a wicked grin. "You used it so well on other parts of me."

"Yes, Miss." He raised his head and took one hardened nipple in his mouth, pleased when she threw her head back and gave a soft cry. After a moment, he pulled back and released the delicious pebble with a small pop, then turned to take the other one between his lips and tongue. He laved it, sucking and running his tongue in circles.

Sofia groaned and flexed her muscles and he let go with a gasp.

"Miss Sofia. I'm sorry, I can't..."

Her body clamped around his. "Now, pet! Come now!"

He could only obey, his hips thrusting up into her almost of their own volition. It seemed like every molecule in his body came apart in her; he saw stars. She collapsed on top of him; he wished he could stroke her back, but his hands were still bound.

He was first aware of the quiet. Aside from their quiet, ragged breathing, he heard nothing. Then there was the sound of the waves; then, the breeze through the leaves. Music flitted down from the restaurants and clubs in the resort. He opened his eyes and saw the sun was setting, wondered how long they had been there.

"My, pet. I never thought I'd meet someone like you at a place like this."

He laughed and she joined in as she pushed herself up. "I hadn't expected to meet anyone like you, either, Miss Sofia."

She smiled as she untied her top. "I think you can call me Sofia. For now."

John sat up and reached for his towel. He shook it out and wiped the sand off of Sofia's arms and legs. "If you'd like."

"You're here alone, aren't you, John?"

He paused before answering. "I arrived alone."

She stepped into her suit bottom, then swung the top from her fingers. He held his breath. "Tie this for me, please."

"Of course, M...Sofia." He stood, his own suit still on the ground and tied the halter around her neck and back.

"And you'll need that." She gestured at his trunks, then gave a smile that had his blood rushing south again. She laughed. "Especially if that's going to happen again."

He pulled on his trunks and shook out his towel. "It's only a testament to your beauty."

"You are a flatterer." She shook her head, still smiling. "I think I may need to keep you around."

"At your service, of course."

They walked back to the beach, returned their towels and began making their way back to the guest buildings.

"Which one are you staying in?" Sofia asked.

"Building Seventeen, second floor." John turned to look at her; her head came about to his shoulder. Her dark hair was lustrous and gave no sign of their earlier activities.

"Fate must be on my side." Sofia let her eyes run up and down his body once more. "I'm also in building Seventeen, on the third floor."

"What luck." John stepped back to allow her to go first on the path when it narrowed. "Perhaps we'll see each other." He didn't try to hide the hopeful note in his voice.

"Oh, I believe we will."

The rest of the walk passed in companionable silence, with a faint undercurrent of tension. They arrived at their building, and John offered to see her to her room. She accepted and they ascended the steps together. Her room was on the corner, providing a view of both the ocean and some of the grounds.

"I believe it must be time for dinner." Sofia pulled her card key out and tapped it against her fingers.

"It is." He nodded. "If I may, I'd be honored if you would join me."