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  He fucked me hard, really hard. Impressive for an older guy. The desk was heavy wood and managed to hold ground, providing the perfect buttress to keep me in place while he rammed his cock into me from behind, again and again.

  When he came I felt his warm semen explode into me and he cried out and leaned forward over me, reaching an arm under my chest to squeeze my body back against his. He stayed pressed into me until his orgasm subsided and then he kissed me on the neck. Finally he stood and I heard him doing up his belt and trousers, and he dropped onto the desk chair panting.

  “You are a delight” he said. “Quite a delight. I am so glad we have you here on the island.”

  “Thank you” I said, standing. His cum leaked down my leg. I turned to face him but his eyes were on my pussy. “I need a shower” I said. Another shower.

  “Please be my guest” he said, looking up at me. “And Hannah? I hope to see you again.”

  “I would like that” I said, smiling at him.

  Chapter Eight

  Day Thirteen. I sat on the beach reading Rebecca, the latest treasure I had found on the bookshelf. When I reached the chapter end I stopped for a break and realised I’d been reading for two hours! No wonder I felt stiff. I stretched my legs and arms and leaned my head back and felt the sun’s warmth on my neck.

  As I stood to stretch further I saw Ryan further up the beach, walking. “Hi, Ryan!” I called to him, and waved. He waved back but carried on walking.

  I felt crushed. Why hadn’t he come over? I hadn’t seen him for a few days and hadn’t sought him out because I figured he’d been working too hard. But surely since he was out walking anyway he could have taken some time? I would ask him about his work, he would try to explain it, I would tell him he needed to unwind and switch off more often.

  I miss him. I had to be careful, I’m pretty sure attachment would interfere with my arrangement here. Careful or not though, a thought was forming in my mind. He was working too hard and clearly needed a break, courtesy of Hannah. And I needed some of him. I set off back to my hut to shower and freshen up and then go and find him.

  Chapter Nine

  The door opened to my knocking and Ryan stood there in a towel. “Hannah!” His eyes widened at the sight of me.

  “Oh, I’m sorry. Looks like I caught you at a bad time” I said. “Or maybe a good time?”, flashing my eyes at him and grinning.

  “Uh, well. Yeah” he fumbled. He stood next to the door opening and pulled the door partly closed.

  “Have I done something wrong?” I asked. “When I saw you earlier it seemed as if you didn’t want to talk to me. And now you’re being, I dunno, odd.”

  “No, you haven’t” he replied. “I just” - he was interrupted by a woman’s voice from inside the hut, beckoning to him - “Ry-an..”. Her lazy, drawn out summons slapped me across the face.

  I looked into his eyes and he returned my gaze, a crease furrowing his brow. “Oh, I see” I mumbled. A mix of emotions hit me. Surprise. Jealousy. Anger? Sadness? Get real, Hannah. Think about where you are.

  I drew my head and shoulders up. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?” I challenged him.

  “Hannah?” he quizzed.

  “I came to see you. The least you could do is invite me in.” Cool it. You’re not supposed to get annoyed with the guests.

  He blinked and stared at me. “Er, okay” he said eventually, with a shrug.

  He held the door open and I walked in. He closed it behind me. One of the other island girls, I didn’t know her name, was sitting cross-legged on his bed wearing only a pair of black knickers. Dark hair, dark eyes, cocoa skin. A dress was draped over the chair and her black bra was on the floor. She was slim with shapely legs and her breasts were pert but not large. She was beautiful.

  “Hi” I said, affecting my best casual I-don’t-really-care attitude.

  “Hi” she returned, examining her pierced navel and not looking up. Nice.

  Now that I was in the room I didn’t know what to do or say next. I didn’t want to leave him with this girl but what could I do? I couldn’t be jealous, that wasn’t part of the job. I couldn’t exactly ask her to leave. He was a guest and I was…ok fuck it, I was jealous. Why did he have to choose another girl?

  There was only one card to play. I walked up to Ryan and kissed him full on the lips, then I sat on the edge of the bed next to her and put on the biggest smile I could manage and said “I guess it will just be the three of us, then.”

  That got their attention. She broke her navel examination and looked at Ryan for direction. Ryan gaped at me, glanced at her, gaped at me. There was a brief pause, I think he was trying to figure out if I was serious. Then he grinned and the front of his towel crept outwards and upwards, and that decided it.

  I stood and pulled my top over my head. No bra for this visit. I wiggled my short denim skirt over my hips and let them drop, naked but for my knickers. Ryan kissed me again then worked his kisses down my neck while he fondled my bare breasts. He lowered his head and I stroked his hair gently while his tongue flicked over my nipples and his mouth enveloped each of them in turn.

  I reached down and loosened his towel, letting it fall to the floor. His hard cock pressed against me so I stroked it and took hold of it to massage it up and down.

  She moved off the bed and knelt in front of Ryan. Her hand joined mine on his cock and we touched, briefly. She aimed his erection in the direction of her mouth and leaned forward to kiss and lick the tip. I looked down and watched as she slid her lips over it and kept going, taking his length into her mouth.

  I kissed Ryan on the mouth again, pushing my tongue against his. His arm was round my waist and he pulled me towards him, turning his upper body so his lower was facing her without being crushed. While she slurped his rod he slipped his hand down the back of my knickers and squeezed my bare ass, then crept between the cheeks and extended a finger down under me to stroke my pussy lips and find a hint of wetness in my slit.

  I liked him touching me that way. I moaned gently and moved my kisses onto his neck while he fingered me. He spread my wetness and moved his finger back and forth and in and out of me. Then I started to bend down and he had to pull his hand away and stroke my back and shoulders as I worked my kisses down his chest and his smooth torso until my knees touched the floor and I was side-by-side with her. I watched her dark lips slide over Ryan’s cock and I licked my own to get them ready. I reached up to his scrotum and stroked his balls while she wanked the base of his pole.

  I slid my hand onto his cock with hers and steered it in my direction, indicating my intention. She withdrew her mouth and together we aimed him at mine. Before I took him though, she leaned towards me and kissed my mouth with her wet lips. At first I froze but she kissed me urgently, her hot tongue pushing inside my mouth and finding my own. I could taste traces of Ryan on her tongue and it fired my envy but at the same time I couldn’t help myself from kissing her back. My naked breasts rubbed against hers and I felt as if electricity had shot through my nipples.

  After we had kissed she began to nuzzle my neck and I shivered. I sank my mouth onto Ryan’s neglected erection and couldn’t help putting my hand inside my knickers. God I was getting wet down there! His hardness and her soft delights were a sweet, delicious, contrast and I stroked my pussy underneath wet knickers to heighten my pleasure.

  I concentrated on Ryan’s cock in my mouth, gripping the base and jerking my mouth rapidly up and down, then slowly up the down the tip while my tongue circled it, then the whole shaft in my mouth to feel all of his hardness. He took a handful of my hair in his grip and squeezed when I did this. Meanwhile our female companion continued gently caressing the most sensitive parts of my neck with her soft lips.

  Ryan gently pulled my head off. “That’s enough,” he pleaded “or I’ll cum too soon.”

  “Stand up” he said, looking down at us both. We did, and stood side by side facing him. He breathed heavily and his eyes wandered over our bodies. H
e reached his arms out and ran his hands slowly over our breasts, one hand on each girl. He touched them, squeezed them, ran the back of his hand down the space between them, and played with our nipples between his fingers, twisting and pinching tightly. He knelt in front of us and drew hands up between our legs, caressing the soft, sensitive, flesh of thighs. His hands continued and I shuddered when he reached the top of my legs and he found my wetness. I looked down and saw the grin on his face, then I watched as he turned his palms upwards and caressed a finger over my pussy lips and hers, through our knickers. We stood still, obedient, silent, while he stroked us.

  Dammit! He took his hand away from me and put both on her waist, hooking his fingers under the elastic of her knickers. He peeled them down slowly and his mouth fell open as he looked at her exposed pussy. He pushed her towards the bed and she slid back onto it and willingly opened her legs for him. She had a neat Brazilian strip and the first glimpses of pink flesh stood out against the cocoa of her body. Ryan lay on his stomach between her legs and I watched him kiss around her strip and the tops and inner of her thighs, teasing her, before he moved his mouth between her legs and put his tongue on her pussy. She moaned, closed her eyes, arched her back, and he went to work on her. I watched, a bystander. Please do that to me, and soon.

  I sat on the bed and wondered what to do but she reached for me and pulled me towards her. Thinking I should perhaps return her favours, and because I felt left out, I let her. She grabbed my head and pulled my mouth onto hers and we kissed. She was urgent, like before, her tongue quickly finding mine but now she made an accompanying whimpering sound which reminded me what Ryan was doing to her and not me. After a while she broke our kiss and pushed my head towards her breasts. I decided to oblige, remembering how her mouth felt on my neck, and I began to lick and kiss them. When my mouth found her hard nipple she moaned louder. I flicked it with my tongue and kissed it gently then sucked it hard. Her body writhed and arched beneath me, and the pace and volume of her pleasured moans increased. I glanced down and saw that Ryan was tonguing her rapidly now and she was furiously rubbing her clit.

  I looked at her face. Her eyes were tightly shut and her mouth was wide open, emitting one moan after another. Impulsively I wanted to kiss her again. I put my mouth on hers and my tongue in her mouth and felt her building to climax. With her mouth covered she could only whimper but those became faster, more urgent. Eventually she broke her mouth free and screamed “Yes, yes, yeeeeeesssss!” and I felt her body arch and shudder uncontrollably next to mine before she collapsed, breathing heavily. “My god that felt good” she murmured.

  My turn Ryan, please. Do to me what you did to her.

  Ryan looked up, smiling. He reached for my legs and pulled me towards him. I shuffled eagerly into position as he reached for my knickers. Thank god. He pulled them down over my legs, dropped them on the floor, and eased my legs apart. I could barely contain myself as he made soft kisses up the inside of my thighs, slowly, slowly, until his mouth reached my pussy. “Oh, yes” I groaned when his tongue finally teased my lips. “Yes.”

  I lay back and closed my eyes. Ryan’s tongue snaked along and in my wet slit and circled and flicked my clit while I moaned quietly. I forget about our companion until I felt her gentle kisses on my breast and her warm mouth covering my nipple. I was ready to burst and squirmed my hips in pleasure. They first time Ryan had ever gone down on me I’d discovered he had a talent for it. He slipped a finger inside me, then another, and a fire of exquisite heat began to build quickly down there. My breathing quickened and I reached down to grab his hair. He could tell I was close and he flicked his tongue rapidly while finger-fucking me harder. “Oh my god, oh, oh fuck, FUUUCK!!” I cried when a tidal wave of orgasm hit me and washed over me. He slowed his pace but didn’t stop immediately, and faded in tune with my orgasm subsiding. “Wow, thank you” I said, looking down.

  Ryan looked justifiably pleased with himself. He’d made both of us girls orgasm in short order with his tongue, and was still hard and ready for more. He moved further up the bed and rolled onto his back. “Who wants to go on first?” he said cheekily, indicating his erect and neglected cock. I knew it had to be me; I wanted him inside me before her. I sat up quickly and swung my leg over so I straddled him. I wiggled into position so his cock nestled against the entrance to my sopping cunt, and then held it and eased myself down a fraction to let the tip slide inside me. I suddenly remembered this is how we fucked the first time.

  Watching us, she lay on the bed with her legs apart and began to idly finger herself.

  Ryan took hold of my hips and strained his cock upwards, pushing into me. In response I let myself slide down his pole until I sat on his pelvis and he was deep inside me. “Fuck, you feel good” he said, looking up at me. Keeping contact with his pelvis so he stayed deep in me, I began a gentle grinding motion, back and forth. He responded by moving his hips ever so slightly up and down. I could tell what he wanted so I changed my motion to lift up his pole and then slide back down onto it. From the moans this elicited I knew I was right. We continued this way for a few minutes until I leaned forward so I could kiss him while we fucked. He moved his hands over my breasts and squeezed and twisted my nipples, then moved them down to my waist and my ass so he could fondle and squeeze my cheeks.

  With my eyes closed I was lost in sexual bliss with Ryan and I’d forgotten our companion again until she broke in with a teasing “My turn”. I snapped them open and saw she was on all fours on the bed. Ryan slowed my hips with his hands, expecting me to climb off. I pouted and manoeuvred myself off him to lie on my side. I put my hand between my legs where he had been but realised this was no longer about my physical pleasure. I wanted to be the one fucking him, and I wanted to be the one to make him cum.

  Ryan, seemingly oblivious, knelt in position behind her. I begrudgingly admired her perfectly shaped legs and behind, thinking that being on all fours really did show them off. I watched as he rubbed the tip of his cock against her wet, pink, folds and then pushed himself into her. He groaned again, loudly, and I added a frown to my pout.

  He fucked her slowly, deeply, pulling and pushing her hips in a contrasting motion. He seemed mesmerised by the sight of his own cock sliding in and out of her pussy from behind. She lowered her forearms flat on the bed and bowed her head, her long dark hair covering face and emotions. He alternately stroked and squeezed her firm cheeks and then reached around and under her, rubbing her pussy while his cock was inside it. He began to alter his pace, banging hard and fast into her and slapping his torso against her cheeks, before resuming his slower and more watchful pace.

  I let this play out, waiting for enough time to pass that it would seem reasonable to swap back and to detect when he was nearing climax. I judged that time had arrived so I rolled onto my back and spread my legs. “Ryan” I said, running an extended finger theatrically over my slit, “my turn again”.

  Ryan slowed to a halt and pulled his cock out of her. It was still rock hard and now lubricated with the juice of both our pussies. He moved over to me and lay on top and I wrapped my legs around him. I reached for his cock to guide it and he thrust forward into me, making us both cry out. I pulled him onto me and held him tightly. “Cum for me” I whispered. He began to thrust - hard, urgently, fast. I squeezed my arms as tight as I could around him. His head was buried in my neck and I felt his warm breaths as he grunted in time with his thrusts.

  It didn’t take long, he was closer than I’d thought. He banged into me faster and faster and harder and then he cried out and his whole body clenched and he gripped me so tightly I couldn’t move. I felt his warm load empty inside me and I squeezed my legs and arms around him and held him until he went silent and his body relaxed. He lay on top of me and I turned my face to his and found his mouth and kissed him for a long time.

  Our companion showered, dressed, and left barely saying a word. I never did get her name. I was still in bed with Ryan, my head on his chest and the thin cover pu
lled over us. We didn’t speak for a while, and it was he who broke the silence.

  “I was starting to like you,” he said.

  “What?” I replied.

  “I kept thinking about you. I wanted to be with you and the thought of you with other guests made me cold. I thought…I thought if I took another girl it would make a difference. Clear my head.”

  I let that sit in silence. Nothing? You’ve got nothing for him?

  “I’m leaving,” he said.

  “You’re leaving??” Don’t.

  “I’ve been here three weeks. I can do some work but it’s not the same and now my head isn’t in it. People need me.”

  Another silent pause. Finally I said quietly “I was starting to like you too.”

  “You were?” he said. “Then come with me.”

  “Come with you?” I laughed. “As what?”

  “Okay, well, I mean - come to California.”

  “Maybe one day I will.”

  That was as much commitment as I ever gave him.

  Chapter Ten

  Day Fifteen. On the morning after Ryan left I woke up to the sun streaming warmly through my thin curtains as always. I slipped on a bikini and went for a swim in the blue sea. Undisturbed, I paddled languorously for over an hour. I dried and went back to my cabin to put on a skirt and top and to retrieve some fruit for breakfast and the latest book I’d taken from the library: Little Women. I found a quiet spot in the shade where the sand met the trees and sat cross-legged, engrossed in it, for the entire morning.

  When I went back for lunch I found a card in my room. It seems I had work to do.

  Room 20, 2pm.

  I ate and showered and put on one of the silk robes provided for me. A few minutes before 2pm I left my cabin and walked into the main building to find room 20, one of the large rooms at the front overlooking the beach. I tapped on the door.