Whistler's Island

His eyes flipped up to hers. "Go ahead what?" he questioned and she could hear the anticipation in his words.

"Don't act so innocent," she giggled. "Touch it."

A pause. "You sure?"

"Touch it and see what happens." She knew what that would be.

Hesitantly his hand reached out, stopped an inch away, then a thumb and forefinger took hold and very gently squeezed. Then another little squeeze.

"Oh my gosh," he said.

"You better make them match," she suggested.

A quick look at her, then the other hand went into action with the same gentle squeezing and the same result.

As he squeezed, she was looking and could see his erection moving with the beating of his heart. As her mind raced, she couldn't believe that she had lain here beside this guy who she had only met an hour ago and gotten naked, shared her fetishes and now let him touch her nipples. She enjoyed being looked at for sure but somehow this had gotten to be a little different. And she was certainly feeling a little different. And she was enjoying that difference quite a bit.

Much as he was enjoying it, Eric realized that he couldn't lay there all day squeezing those wonderful nipples so he let loose and just enjoyed looking at them.

"How were they?" she said, catching him totally off guard.

His eyes lifted to her face. "You're about to kill me here," he grunted, "and they're fantastic and you know it and you're torturing me, just as much as if you were beating me with a stick." He had almost a pleading look on his face.

"Can I torture you some more?" she asked, an innocent sound to her voice.

Eric groaned. "Oh shit yes," he grunted. "I may as well die happy."

She giggled and lifted his right hand till it was right in front of his face and he had to look at it. She extended the forefinger and middle finger and tucked the other two against the palm. Very slowly and smoothly she moved the hand, tracking it down across her stomach, then her belly, then over her moms, where she paused for just a second, then curled it between her legs and into a cleft that was now very wet and slippery. She moved it around gently, then slowly raised it and started up, only now it was headed toward Eric, whose eyes were as wide as they'd ever been, she was sure. The hand approached his face. Then the two fingers were against his lips and he opened his mouth and closed his lips around those fingers and sucked hard to get all of her juices that he possible could.

He sucked hard for long seconds, then let go. She smiled. "My turn," she said and the hand moved again, this time along Eric's body, his stomach and belly, through the light brown fuzz that surrounded that throbbing cock. The two fingers moved to the head where there was a shining drop of liquid that she slid off with her finger, moved it to her mouth and sucked it off. Then she knew what she needed to say.

"Want to go to WI3?"

"Fuck yes," came the instant answer.

WI3 was for couples only. At the gate was another card reader with two slots. She slid her card into one while Eric hastily fumbled in his swim trunks for his which quickly joined hers in the reader. The green light and the clicking gate and they were in. Neither had ever been here so they weren't sure what to expect. Maybe people laying on towels and having sex. Not so they found out. There was kind of a path beaten down through the soft sand and on either side were enclosures. There were four poles and stretched between the poles on three sides were colorful and slight gauzy material with the open side opposite the path on both sides. One group faced the ocean and the other the dune. As they walked along, they could see bags or shoes or other items laying by the side of the enclosure, a clever way to let you know which ones were occupied.

They soon found an empty one, put Wilma's bag by the outside wall and took their towels inside. Neither knew exactly what was about to happen but both had thoughts and fantasies. They laid the towels down, overlapping slightly and then lay down themselves, facing each other and now very close together. Neither was quite sure how to start.

Finally, her heart pounding, Wilma said, "Want another taste?" She felt a little silly saying it but it was all she could think of at the moment. Her mind seemed to be a little confused right now.

"I'd love one," Eric replied, "and I'll get this one myself."

Her heart jumped into her throat as she watched his hand move down till it touched the mons, spread out and stayed there, moving ever so slightly, then the two fingers dipping inside of her as her hips moved to help him without her even willing it to happen. The fingers weren't leaving right away either as they gently explored. Slowly he pulled them out but stayed right there as she felt them moving up her cleft, very slowly. "He wouldn't," she thought and then, "why wouldn't he?" and then he did and her body jolted as an electric shock racked her from head to toe. She opened her eyes and he was sucking on his fingers. He was looking at her now, "He's thinking," she thought, "and he's going to do something." She didn't know what but she couldn't wait for it to happen.

He was up on his knees and moving and she knew where he was going. It certainly wasn't like she was a virgin or something but why was this so different than anything else had been. No explanation came to her but it didn't matter at all. She didn't want to think anyway. He was spreading her, and spreading her very wide. She knew he was looking and she knew what he was seeing and, right then, she wanted to be seen and she wanted even more than that. She felt his warm breath between her legs and then his tongue hit that nub that she knew was a little bigger than a nub now and that electric shock went through her again. More tongue flicking and more shocks that were tearing through her body with feelings she had never had before. It was astounding and she had totally lost control of her body. It was building and building and there was pressure inside her like she'd never felt before. His tongue was flicking away and when his lips closed on that clit and began pulling on it and the tongue was rubbing she couldn't contain it any longer and she began to jerk and she was sure she was making sounds she had never made before and louder too, but she couldn't even hear them and her body was jerking and spasming and treating her to delights that she'd never experienced.

Slowly she seemed to be returning to reality and opened her eyes to that wonderful grin. She only wanted to do one thing, to do what he had done to her and she began to move that direction but he held her down.

"That would be more than wonderful," he said, putting his finger to her lips. "MORE than wonderful," he emphasized. But I know myself and, even though it would be probably the best feeling I have ever felt, I want something else. And to be sure that happens, I'm going to stop you. . . and do that something else." He waited for her to stop him, but she didn't so he moved up until his face was above hers and she could feel something pushing against her pussy. She couldn't argue with him at all as she wanted what he wanted and she opened herself to him and felt him bumping against her, then pressing even harder until it was parting her lips and pushing inside. It was the most wonderful feeling she had ever felt as he went inside her, very slowly, but definitely there. She opened her eyes and he was there, above her and locked with her eyes as he pressed harder and slid gently inside until she felt his legs against her buttocks.

He didn't say anything, just had the most pleased look that she had ever seen as he began to move, very slowly, in and out and in and out, gaining momentum as he moved and she moved with him, lifting her hips as he moved in and backing off as he pulled out. She had wanted him in her mouth but this was so much better. She didn't know why. It was way beyond anything she had ever done before and what she was feeling was way beyond what she had felt before. She pulled his head down toward her and kissed him, her tongue pressing on his lips until he relented and let it in, biting down gently with his teeth, then surrounding her tongue with his lips and fondling it gently with his own tongue. She wanted him to cum, to fill her and to hear his groaning as he came. She opened her eyes and saw his, just inches from hers, just drinking her in. Before she even knew it, his face was against her neck and she could feel his lips working and sucking, getting ready for what was about to happen.

"You smell fantastic." She could barely hear the muffled words and knew it was the Calvin Klein's Escape at work. She reached out and pulled his face in front of her.

"Do it," she hoarsely said to that face. "Fill me up. I want to feel you cumming inside me. Now, right now." Her legs fairly jumped up around his waist and she locked her ankles behind him.

There was no way he could hold back now and, despite his wanting it to last forever, he felt his body taking control from his brain, both within himself and inside her and it was pumping out ropes and ropes of hot liquid there for what seemed both forever and way too short a time. Once more he opened his eyes and it was her turn to smile.

"Who are you?" he gasped. And when she didn't say anything, "One fantastic lady," he answered his own question.

She wasn't sure what had just happened since she knew what she expected when she left home this morning. But that wasn't what today had become. It was totally unbelievable while at the same time being totally real.

Now he was smiling at her again, and it was gripping her like it had done all day.

"You know," he said, "we haven't started out like most new people meeting start out." A puzzled look from her. "What do you do for a living?" he asked.

She smiled, watching his eyes as she thought about what to answer. A strange question for this moment, but somehow very intimate given what had just happened.

She decided to be totally honest and say what she actually did for a living.

"I'm vice president of operations at Wayland Industries," she said very directly. Startled, she had never seen a very wonderful expression change so quickly. "What's wrong?" she said.

He took a deep breath and looked away from her eyes. "Shit," was his quiet reply.

"What, what?" she asked urgently. What had happened that she didn't understand. She could almost feel his erection shrinking inside her and he wouldn't look at her. "Look at me," she exclaimed. But he didn't. He seemed to want to move away from her but her arms held him in place.

Slowly he did look at her, shaking his head. "Last Monday I started as the Manger of Industrial Engineering at Wayland Industries."

"Oh god," she said quietly, "that Eric. I saw your resume. I was out of town and back Friday and you were gone then and so I'm supposed to meet you Monday." She couldn't help but smile at him."

He was having none of her smile. "I'm in deep shit," was all he could say.

Quickly her hands were on his cheeks and she was holding his head so he was forced to look at her. He looked like he was about to die. "Listen to me," she said sternly, "and listen carefully." No change in his expression. "On Monday, Jimmy will bring you in to meet me and you will meet me for the first time as VP of Operations. We will exchange niceties and then we'll see each other again at the 10 o'clock meeting that you'll be involved in. Then, we may see each other during the rest of the week and we'll smile and say hi to each other. Here's the important part." She shook his head gently so she was sure he was listening carefully. She spoke very slowly, emphasizing each word. "Next Saturday, I will be at WI2 at the exact spot where we were today. And YOU'LL be there too. Vice president Wilma is not Saturday Wilma who you've just screwed and made feel like she's never felt before. You got that?" Her eyes bored into his relentlessly.

Again, he could hardly breathe. "Got it," he said, "even though I don't understand it at all."

She slowly rolled him off her and slid down his body. She held his very relaxed penis in her hand. She almost expected him to push her away but he didn't fight her at all and was looking at her with an incredulous expression on his face. Even though she had actually not done what she was about to do too often, and being sure it wasn't her strongest suit, she let her mouth take over and it worked on him as it had never worked before. The results were very satisfying too as, no matter what was in his mind, his cock was responding to her lips and tongue and was growing, just as she hoped it would. She could hear him breathing harder again and it inspired her to work even harder. She kept it up and soon she heard what she wanted to hear.

"Oh shit, I'm going to cum." His body arched and he was expecting her to let loose and her hand to come into play. That didn't happen and there was no way for him to stop now anyway. It had been building and now it just burst and again, he was pumping out that milky liquid only this time it was into her mouth. When his eyes opened at last, she was looking at him and she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue which held most of what he had just shot into her mouth. She closed that mouth and when she opened it again, it was empty. She certainly had never done that before for sure and she was amazed at herself for doing it this time. At least she was sure that he would believe what she had just said to him. That was surely what she wanted, more than anything at this moment. He put his hand behind her head and pulled her to his chest. He held her tightly.

"Hell of a day," he said into her hair. Looking down at her laying against him he could see the sheen of perspiration nearly covering every inch of her body. That and the sunscreen, with the sun overhead, made her glisten like nothing he had ever seen before.

"I can hear your heart beating," she said softly.

"It's sure as hell never beat this hard before," he replied. Now he used his teeth on that little elastic band and pulled it loose, letting her hair tumble to her shoulders. He nuzzled his face against the hair, even taking some of it in his mouth. He wanted to taste everything there was about her to taste. Of course, his nose was assailed by the scent of her cologne. "What is it?" he said, pushing his face against her neck.

"Escape," was her answer.

"I'll never forget it," he said. "It and you are imbedded in my brain, and I hope I can contain myself on Monday."

"Oh, don't worry," she giggled out. "You will, and so will I. Now, let me put my pony tail back together and then we'll jump in the ocean for a while. I'm hot as hell." As she said that he saw her turn her face toward him and lick those luscious lips. He already knew she was hot as hell, and it had nothing at all to do with temperature.

Monday morning came and Eric switched off the alarm clock well before it rang - he had been awake for quite a while. Sunday had been, well, fairly awful. Actually, very awful. He had met Wilma at least a thousand times in his mind and none of those meetings seemed satisfactory as his mind wouldn't let them be. Now the time was almost here and nothing had gotten any better. He dressed carefully, digging through his underwear drawer where, underneath his boxers, he knew he had a couple pairs of "tighty-whities" which he thought might be a better choice for today, not knowing what might happen. A nice yellow dress shirt, tan khaki slacks, his casual tan shoes completed his look. Why was he concerned about shoes - that was the least of his worries right now. He was even fretting about whether or not he should be worried. He was going in circles that never ended. He stood in the kitchen for long minutes but decided there was no way his stomach would accept any food. Nothing to do but head to work.

He did go by a Tim Horton's drive through window for some coffee since he had left long before he usually did, if five days could be called usual. He thought he probably should stop at Eddie's Corner Bar for a double, or maybe a double-double rather than the coffee. He was a mess, despite Wilma's assuring him that all would be fine and there was no problem. She didn't seem upset or worried at all. But it wasn't Wilma who had screwed her boss's boss . . . twice. At last there it was, right in front of him, Wayland Industries. As he pulled toward his assigned parking spot, he noticed a brand-new sign with his name on it, bright and clear. He wondered if it would still be there tomorrow.

At last at his desk, he plopped down in his chair. Another dozen times being introduced to Wilma when he was aware of someone standing in front of him.

"Great, you're here. Jump up and come with me to meet Wilma. She's here and anxious to meet you." A big smile from Jimmy. "Listen, let me give you a little info about her before we go. She's a good looker but don't let that fool you. And she looks younger than you'd expect for a VP. That's because she is young. But she has a bachelor's of IE from Stanford and an MBA from Harvard. She is one . . . sharp . . . cookie, fair, but she knows what the hell she's doing. So, let's go." Jimmy led him away and Eric couldn't help but think about what he'd said. She did look young, maybe in her 20's or maybe in her 30's, it was hard to tell. Despite him fighting it, a picture of her standing there completely naked flashed through his head. That sure didn't help determine her age. And it sure didn't help with the pressure he felt in the "tighty- whities" either. That happened each time the picture flashed through his mind.

Too quickly they were at her office and he noted the secretary's desk was vacant. Jimmy just ignored that and knocked on the doorframe of the big office.

"Got a minute, Wilma?"

"Come in, come in," came the quick reply and he could hear a chair rolling on one of those plastic carpet protectors.

And there she was, black skirt to just above her knees, bright red blouse mostly covered by the very proper black business jacket. Just as pretty as the face he had pictured those thousand times in his mind, and she was heading right for him, a huge smile on her face. Eric was afraid he might be having a stroke. Her hand came toward him and he automatically responded.

"You have to be Eric," she exclaimed, vigorously pumping his hand, the same hand that had held his cock, that had dipped into her pussy and brought her juices to his mouth. He nearly groaned aloud.

"So good to meet you . . . ," he managed to get out, sounding fairly normal, but he paused at her name.

"I'm just plain old Wilma so call me that," she rescued him, her smile broadening, even more so than he thought was necessary. Was she toying with him again? She still had hold of his hand, a little too long perhaps, but then she let go. "Looking forward to working with you too," she added. "I have to apologize but I'm pretty well tied up this morning so I can't get to know you a little better, as Jimmy knows I like to do, but I'll catch you later. I do like to know who I'm working with." A quick lick to her upper lip. A little jolt but Eric was feeling so much better already and he began to appreciate what Jimmy had said about her being very sharp. She was helping him to relax and feel more comfortable, even if it was sexual suggestiveness that was doing it.

She stuck out her hand again. "See you at ten o'clock," she said, still smiling, and as he took her hand to shake it, there were only two fingers there - those special two for sure. He shook them, and rather than just letting go, he let them slide through his hand. Just a very small change in her eyes but he knew he had gotten to her, if only just a little.

"See you then." He and Jimmy retreated from the office.