The Other Side of Paradise

She stands up and whispers into my ear "Where's your room?" while she hangs onto my cock. We waste no time in making our way down the hall, up the elevator, down another hall and into my room still naked and holding our clothes in our hands.

Several hours, and a bottle of scotch later I wake up around noon to find my blonde friend gone... along with my cash, watch, and some poker chips from my winnings at the casino two nights before... the blonde in question is the same blonde standing next to me now... Holly. I'm absolutely sure of it now.

Do I tell her? Jog her memory? Does she or has she already made the connection? All good questions, but instead of answering any of them I buy her a drink before I fuck the life out of Niki right there on the bar stool. I leave both women there at the bar. Holly in the midst of an adoring crowd all wanting their turn at her and Nicki naked, with cum oozing out of her pussy on the bar stool with a dazed look on her face like she's not sure what just happened to her. I doubt she'll remember much about tonight tomorrow and I doubt even further that she'll really care all that much.

With a little help from a member of the staff I make it back to my room and fall on the bed where I don't remember moving for the rest of the night. I must not have. I'm still in the same clothes and my sandals are still firmly affixed to my feet when a knocking at my door wakes me. After two, less than graceful, attempts to find the door I manage to get the damned thing open to see Holly standing there. "Rise and shine buddy. It's too nice a morning to be sleeping it away. " She says in an all to annoyingly cheerful mood. "Get yourself so you won't scare any children and let's go for a ride on the beach"... A "ride on the beach"? I'm thinking to myself as I stumble around trying to make it look like I know what the hell I'm doing. That could mean anything, but no matter what it meant I wasn't sure I was up for it... in more ways than one.

I fumble around in the bathroom looking for my razor as I take off my clothes to jump in the shower. The whole time Holly hasn't stopped talking as she lays herself on my bed. She's wearing a brightly tie-dyed sarong tied around her waist and nothing else. Her words are moving a mile a second only stopping here and there long enough to let out a slight laugh at points she's proud of as she recounts everything that happened after I left the night club/party last night. It sounds as if she must have just come from there considering all she tells me and I can't help but wonder how this woman runs on little or no sleep and endures all of the constant fucking she seems to pack into a day. I find myself admiring her stamina as I step into the shower. I've experienced many things in my life but not nearly at the rapid fire pace of the past few days. Quite honestly I'm beginning to wonder if I can keep up with her... or for that matter if I WANT to keep up with her?

She comes into the bathroom and sits on the counter once she realizes I probably can't hear her out there while the shower is running. I can see her through the clear curtain sitting in the corner on the counter with her right leg drawn up so she can rest her arm and her chin on it. Her sarong (or pario as they like to call them around here) falls to the side and easily exposes her body to me. No doubt this is intentional on her part and I must admit she looks great... even if I do know that she's not all she says she is.

As I step out of the shower she moves her leg so that it arches over the sink and lets her other leg drop off of the side of the counter and brings her pussy to the edge of the sink and then resumes resting her head on her knee. This allows me to gain access to the sink so I can shave and slide a finger along her pussy lips just more to see how wet she might be at the moment than anything else. I take the opportunity to give that little diamond ring around her clit a quick flick and smile at her as I grab my stuff so I can shave. As I turn on the water she lets that smile of hers come over her face and without uttering a word lets go with a stream of piss into the sink. All the while never taking her head off of her knee.

As the last droplets of pee fall out of her pussy I slide her off of the counter and bend her over. She spreads her legs to allow me access and in I slide, but little does she know that all I want to do is lubricate my cock... I have other plans. Without saying a word I pull my cock out of her pussy and using her own juices I spread her cheeks and slide the head of my cock into that beautiful ass of hers. She not only doesn't resist but also moves back into me and swallows my cock into her in one smooth thrust as she smiles at me in the bathroom mirror. As I pull back, she pulls forward. As I move forward she slams back to meet me. Her ass is already spasming and the look in her eyes tells me she isn't far from cumming as we both quicken our pace. Her breath is coming hard and she's beginning to show small drops of sweat in the hollow of her spine. She's gasping and moaning now as she slams hard enough into me that I think she's going to knock us both over. Suddenly her body goes into a giant convulsion and she is literally shaking from head to toe. I can tell this is no act but genuine orgasm of the highest kind. Without warning I explode inside her. After the night I just had I wasn't sure I had it in me, but Holly seems to be able to get me to "rise to the occasion".

She collapses on the counter with my cock still in her ass. "That was the most incredible ass fuck I've ever had in my life," she gasps between heavy gulps of air as her face rests on the counter. "Even better than Vegas?" I ask with a sly grin as I let loose a river of pee up her ass. Her head shoots up to meet my reflection in the mirror. Her mouth is wide open but no words come out. I'm not sure if she's shocked about me remembering her from Vegas or because I just filled her insides with my piss. In any event her mouth eventually turns back into that smile of hers and without a word she stands up and removes my cock from her ass and sits down on the toilet. "A fuck and an enema... What a great way to start off the day" she grins at me. "So that's where I've met you. " Comes her next statement. She says it with a look on her face I can't quite figure out. Did she know all along that she'd robbed me blind in the middle of the night in Vegas or is it that she's had so many similar encounters that everyone's face has become a blur to her? Perhaps a better question is does she really care if anyone recognizes her? Is her surprise sincere or just another act? I haven't got any answers for any of those questions and something tells me I'm not likely to get reasonable answers to those questions any time soon.

I finish cleaning myself up and getting dressed while Holly chatters endlessly about people she's met while she's been here and whom she's fucked, hasn't fucked and still wants to fuck. She never once mentions Vegas. She never once looks the least bit embarrassed or apologetic for ripping me off... it's as if it never happened. Maybe in her mind it never did. Who knows? All I know is that, even though I enjoy her company, I feel a need to be extremely cautious with this wild woman. I find myself casually touching my pockets to see if my money is still there as I reach for the door and we head downstairs for some breakfast.

It feels cool this morning as we make our way over to the multi-purpose building that is used for the mass meals, nightclub, and activity center here where we're staying. I'm not sure if it's really cool outside or if the cold sweats I have from the night before are just so great that it seems cooler than normal. Still I'm determined to make the most of the day and hope that somewhere along the way I recover enough so that I don't look like someone in need of a hospital or a mortuary.

The place is buzzing with activity of all kinds. The staff is running around trying to cater to the needs of the guests. The guests are eating and playing with eachother, some are just talking and laughing among themselves and still others are just sitting back and taking in the visual circus that seems to be a normal day around here. I seem to identify with the later group this morning. I'm perfectly content to sit there and drink my coffee and eat my fruit while saying little if anything... besides... Holly hasn't stopped talking since she walked out of my bathroom a short time ago. From what I'm witnessing she has no plans on shutting up in the near future either. I'm half tempted to stick my cock into her mouth just to hear some silence for a few minutes.

The breeze off of the ocean makes it's way across the partially open building and blows across the mountains of fruit and fresh baked breads and rolls. The air seems sweeter, almost intoxicating. I feel like I can eat forever... even though I know that would probably be the biggest mistake of my life the way I'm feeling right now. Last night seems to have no effect on Holly. I'm amazed at the amount of food that girl can pack away and yet stay as thin as she is. Hell she even takes eating to a new art form. I get lost in watching her mouth move as all of that food makes it's way past her lips. Even now she hasn't stopped talking, yet instead of looking like some gross display of poor manners she succeeds in doing this with such sensuality that I find my cock rising to attention as if it wanted to crawl up on the table for a better look. I'm so taken in by this display of natural ability that I'm caught off guard when she suddenly stops eating and announces that she's done. I must have looked as stupid as I felt sitting there with the same fork full of fruit for as long as I had been. If I did she didn't seem to notice and up we stood. Holly immediately bursts out laughing when she looks down to see the raging hard on trying to find a way out of my shorts. "You're easily excited today babe" she laughs as we walk away from our table. "Save some of that for later" she laughs again. "It might come in handy!" She's so proud of her joke and laughing so hard she nearly falls into the bushes on the side of the walkway. I find her reaction funnier than her joke and laugh at her near catastrophe. The thought of her ass up and naked in the bushes has to be the best thing I've thought of in a while and I smile along with her not telling her we weren't laughing at the same thing.

She leads me down to the stables where I finally get a better idea of the "ride" she wants to take. Having grown up around horses I was already painfully aware of the pounding my head was going to take getting on the back of one of those things, but what the hell... if it hurts too much I can always throw myself in front of the damned thing and end it all in grande fashion... or so I was thinking.

As we draw closer to the stables Holly suddenly stops talking about her last flight and the goof balls she had to deal with and becomes an expert in horses and horsemanship. I smile quietly to myself as she carefully studies each animal and decides on one. "This looks like a great stallion" she announces with a little bit of snooty pride in her voice. I couldn't help but wonder if she could tell the difference between a stallion and a gelding, but then again, she does know a lot about cocks... so I keep my amusement to myself for the moment. The horses get saddled and a towel is placed on the saddle for Holly since all she has on is that damned pario and on we go. We start down the beach at a brisk walk with Holly telling me all about her many exploits on horses going back to when she was a little girl. Even now I find it hard to imagine her as a little girl.

The beach is beautiful and is rapidly becoming less and less inhabited by people as we wind along the curve of the bay towards a small cliff that meets some of the jungle that still hasn't been stripped back away from the water by progress. This little stretch of beach is almost storybook in nature. You feel like you can step back in time as long as you don't turn around and see the buildings and people behind you. We make our way around a bend to a small cove set back in the jungle with a little stream that runs off the rocks of the cliff in several short waterfalls before emptying into a pond which finally empties into the sea over a small grouping of rocks that had fallen from the cliffs at one point or another. I must admit I hadn't expected to find such a picturesque little place so close to the hotel.

Holly gets off of her horse and leads him out near the middle of the pond by the reigns. "This ol' boy needs a bath" she announces with a grimace that causes her to wrinkle up her nose. With that she begins to splash water all over her horse. "C'mere and give me a hand" she yells to me and waves me over. I get down off of my horse and tie it off on a tree branch that overhangs the pond so that it can get a drink if it needs to and I walk out into the middle of the pond where Holly is still holding onto the horse with one hand and splashing water on him with the other. "Hold him while I really soak him down" she says as she holds the reigns out to me, as I get closer. I take them from her as I get within reaching distance and she begins to splash water all over the horse with both hands getting water everywhere including me, her, the jungle and even the horse now and then. We both get the giggles as she dances around slashing water here, there and everywhere. She stops from time to time to rub the animal down and then splash more water on the area. She repeats this several more times as she works her way across the horse from front to back and top to bottom. She splashes some water on the horses cock and he immediately starts to get a hardon, which delights Holly to the point that she gets the giggles all over again and throws more water on his dick. She gives me that look of hers again and says" Might as well make sure he's good and clean" and with that she kneels down under the horse and grabs his cock with both hands and begins to stroke it back and forth occasionally adding more water to his cock which by this time is taking on massive proportions and Holly is definitely pleased with this and herself.

I've pretty much seen and done many things in my life, but I wasn't at all prepared for what was unfolding before my eyes next. Without uttering a word or even glancing in my direction she moved further under the horse and began to kiss and lick his cock. She tried to take him in her mouth but he was too big to get more than a small part of the head of his cock between her lips so she was content with that and continued to lick his cock as her strokes began to move faster and more deliberately along the shaft of that horses cock. I was so stunned I just stood there in silence and watched all of this unfold before me. At one point, still holding onto that cock, she stood up as far as she could underneath the horse and turned with her ass facing that cock. I knew immediately what she was going to do before she began to back herself onto that cock. I was amazed at how much she was able to take inside herself before she began to rock back and forth on that cock. All the while that little diamond of hers is sparkling in the sun. It didn't seem like a minute had gone by before the horse dumped, what had to be, a gallon of cum inside her. There was so much of it that it was oozing out of her pussy and around his cock and falling like a white waterfall into the pond. Holly slid off his cock and washed him clean while she kissed his cock and then sat down in the pond to wash herself off. With an exhausted sigh she looks at me and says, "Well... that was fun". I say nothing. I'm still in shock but I don't want to say or do anything to let on that I am. Besides... who am I to judge. If that's what it takes for her to get off... that's what it takes. I doubt the horse minded. If nothing else it made for the most surreal ride I've ever had. So I just stand there and let it all soak in. I'll decide if it really bothers me later. She stands up and walks over to me. Giving me a kiss on the cheek she says, "Thanks for coming along". Still I say nothing. We get on our horses and finish our ride with me saying little and her chattering along without a care in the world. As we make our way back to the stables I can't help but wonder what other things this woman has up her sleeve. One thing I know for sure is that with her... it won't be long before I find out.

We get back to the stables and the stable hands are smiling and paying particular attention to us. I know they have no idea what went on out there but maybe they assume to know from the cum stains on the towel that Holly sat on. Perhaps they think it's my cum? A thought I'm quite willing to let them believe.

Holly asks what time it is from one of the stable hands and explains she has to meet someone in a short bit. She says good-bye and how much she enjoyed the ride. We agreed to catch up later in the day or this evening and with that she turns and heads up the walkway back to the hotel. That great looking ass of hers swaying underneath that transparent pario as it disappears over the little hill and out of sight... leaving me to tip the stable hands before heading off to have some lunch.

I was making my way down the path to the café enjoying the shade of the palm trees that line this part of the path and the relief the shade is giving my skin. The breeze rolling in off of the ocean adds an extra bit of comfort I didn't realize I needed until that moment. I stop at the bar near the beach and have a drink. The people in the bar seem laid back at the moment. Content to lounge naked and talk amongst themselves. Sizing each other up for potential conquests later on.

I love the bars in this part of the world. They're all open air, bright colors of red, yellow, blue, green and violet. Most have murals on what, walls they do have, that run the range from primitive to highly realistic depictions of island life or life in and around the hotel or resort they're connected to. There's always at least one nude woman that looks like she was copied directly from the pages of an old Playboy or some similar magazine. You can always tell the magazine it came from by how crudely the woman is posed and how disinterested she looks. More often than not, they change one or two things like making a blonde woman look more Jamaican and give her black hair or something. I always have fun looking at the walls of these places and trying to get into the mind of the artist that painted these things. Once in a while I come across a less than competent reproduction of one of my old illustrations and, no matter how poorly it was done, I always feel a sense of pride. Such is the case now as I see an old painting of mine reproduced on one side of a corner support. I remember the illustration well. A woman with long, curly blonde hair. Her back is to us, but you can see her in the reflection of the full-length mirror she's standing in front of. To the left of the mirror is an open widow looking out onto the ocean. She has a white gauze dress lying in a heap at her feet like she was in the process of stepping out of it and had gotten distracted. Her right hand is lightly caressing her left nipple while the fingers of her left hand are working their way further into her pussy. Her eyes are half closed and her head is tilted to one side with a look on her face that implies that she's lost in her own pleasure and whatever thoughts are connected with it. She is very obviously unaware of anything or anyone else in the room. To further add to that feeling I had painted the silhouette of a person standing in the doorway that shows up in the reflection of the woman. The way it's positioned the viewer feels it's their reflection that they see and makes them part of the painting as well as part of the fantasy.