Weaving
through the thick crowd, Jamelia spotted a bus stop, with a bus a block away. Must be my lucky day, she thought,
checking to see if she had the $2.50 for the bus. Already beginning to break
into a sweat, she welcomed the air conditioned bus, despite its twists and
turns in traffic. Sitting back, she took a few pictures with her cell phone as
they whizzed by, catching the occasional glimpse of the ocean in the distance.
She didn’t want to look like the typical loser tourist, but it was just too
beautiful to let pass. Forty minutes later, she got off at Kahanamoku, already
feeling the sand between her toes. The ocean breeze was stiff and salty, just
how she liked it, and she walked purposely over to the bathrooms.
Changing
out of her shorts and tank top, she donned the new bathing suit, loving the
color against her ebony skin, stashing her clothes back in her large Coach bag.
It was then that she realized one thing: she didn’t have a towel. Hunting
around for a store somewhere close, Jamelia found mostly food vendors, which
made her stomach growl. The tantalizing scents of shrimp tempura and ahi
grilled on an open flame made her mouth water openly, and she gulped, trying to
control her appetite.
“Hey!
Hey! Try some of the best food on this beach!” One young couple yelled out in
an attempt to attract more customers. “Hey, lady! Have some ahi and white rice!
Good Hawaiian food!” Laughing, she approached them.
“I’ll
buy some food. I am hungry. But I
also need a towel so I can lay out on the beach… think you can help me out?”
“Oh,
yeah,” the woman waved her off dismissively. “My friend a little further down
sells all the beach stuff. Tell her I sent you, she’ll give you a good price,
eh?”
“Deal.”
Sitting down at the makeshift bar, she eagerly awaited her food.
Taking
a few minutes to admire her surroundings, she was surprised at how many happy
families there were. Maybe Dad was right,
she mused, unable to suppress the sadness that welled up within her. Her eyes
followed one family in particular; a father hoisting his daughter up on his
shoulders as his loving wife wrapped an arm around him, blowing the little girl
a kiss. One day, Jamelia vowed.
“Here
you go!” the woman slammed a full plate of delicious smelling food in front of
her, making her forget everything else. “Authentic Hawaiian meal! And healthy!”
“Wow.
It all looks so good.” Taking a small bite, it was confirmed. “I just might
relocate to the island. Jeez.”
“I
told you so. Eight fifty!” Blinking rapidly, Jamelia’s jaw almost dropped. And that’s how they get you, she thought
grimly, handing over the money.
Finishing
her meal, she kept walking, the hot sand scalding her feet, until she saw the
small hut with beach gear on display outside.
“Um,
aloha?” she asked warily, seeing
nobody around. “Anybody here?”
“Yes?”
A tiny older woman peeked from around a small rack. “Can I help you?”
“I
hope so? Your friend who sells food a little further up the beach sent me here.
I need a beach towel?” There was a beat of silence, then the woman seemed to
inflate as she turned a bright ruby red.
“Her!
My sneaky, lowdown, good for nothing niece! Get out! Just get out!”
“Wh-what?”
Jamelia stammered, backing up a few steps, not wanting to get caught in this
woman’s fiery rage.
“Leave!”
she barked, then commenced to curse fluently in Hawaiian. Running blindly out
of the hut, she kept going until she hit something all at once warm and solid.
“Ah!
Dammit,” she yelped, stumbling backwards and nearly losing her footing in the
burning sand. “Shit. Sorry.”
“Are
you okay? You’re running like someone’s after you,” the tall, tanned man
chuckled. Then his expression turned serious. “Is someone after you?” he looked around behind her, his eyes
narrowed suspiciously.
“No,
no, no,” she forced a laugh. “Nothing like that.”
“Then
you must really be in a rush to get in the water. I can’t say that I blame
you.”
“Wrong
again. Actually,” she said, checking out the duffel bag that he had slung over
his muscled and tanned arm. “I wanted to lay out for a while. But I have no
towel.”
Looking
her up and down appraisingly, this handsome stranger truly gave Jamelia the
once over. Finally, she saw him relax and shrug.
“I
have some time. I was going to head
back to the hotel, but I really had no plans. Do you mind some company?”
“Not
in the least.” Beach towel and this fine man for some company… doesn’t get
any better than this, she laughed to herself as they made their way towards
the shore.
Laying
two towels down on the pristine white sand, they both lay on their backs,
looking up into the cloudless sapphire sky.
“Do
you know this place well?”
“Um,
no. Can’t say that I do,” he chuckled sheepishly. “I’ve been here for a little
less than a week, but I haven’t come out to the beach much.”
“Really?”
Jamelia shook her head incredulously. “But this is Hawaii. What else is there?”
“Casinos?”
he shrugged. “What can I say?”
“Casinos?”
she echoed. “Where? I didn’t see any…”
“On
Oahu. Get this: there’s one called Just like Vegas. Can you imagine?”
“It
already sounds wild.” Turning over so that she was now lying on her stomach,
Jamelia turned her head towards this handsome stranger. “What did you say your
name was, again?”
“I
didn’t,” he smirked, holding back a laugh at the sight of her indignant
expression. “Brandon. And yours?”
“Jamelia.”
“Well,
very pleased to meet you, Jamelia. I hope your stay has been pleasant thus
far.”
“I
have a feeling that it can only go up from here.”
They
both fell silent, neither one wanting to step out of line. The sounds of the
waves crashing and everybody’s shouts and laughter helped a lot, but Jamelia
was already feeling the tension.
“I
want to get into the water,” she sat up abruptly. “I didn’t come all this way
to stay dry.”
“But
–“
“If
you want to join me, I suggest you do so now,” she yelled over her shoulder as
she ran, dodging people who were tanning and resting as she ran to the shore.
The first wave of sea water sent shivers up her spine; it was a lot colder than
she’d imagined, but she loved it. Diving in headfirst, she squealed, her voice
coming out in a stream of bubbles underwater. Breaking the water’s surface, she
flipped her hair out of her eyes, scanning the crowd for Brandon. Sorry, Connie, there goes your hard work,
she mused, checking out the curly strands hanging by her face.
Then,
there he was; jogging to the edge of the water, looking for her worriedly.
“Ja
–“ he started to shout before he caught sight of her. “You’re insane!” Stepping
in up to his ankles, he waited for her. There was a flurry of movement by her
feet, and she looked down, enchanted by
the school of fish that swam past her.
“Wow.
It’s beautiful,” she marveled, half to herself. “Are you coming in or not?” she
asked Brandon.
“Yeah,
yeah,” he laughed, wading into the cool water. “I prefer the hotel pool,
though.”
Splashing
him playfully, she also found two perfectly shaped cowrie shells.
“So
you’re a collector?” Brandon observed.
“Not
quite. Still, I have no intention of going home empty handed.” Wading out
deeper, he began to tread water as he spoke to her. His auburn hair glistened
in the sun, and his piercing emerald green eyes seemed to burn into her.
“What
brought you out here, anyway? I mean, besides the thrill of going to Hawaii and being on the beach.”
“Truthfully?
I needed something different. Life was just so –“
“Monotonous?”
he offered.
“Exactly.
I had to get away, and I was about due for a vacation, anyhow.”
“I
see.”
“What
about you? You don’t seem to be too beaten up by the stresses of everyday
life.”
“I
was meeting an associate of mine out here… he
was the one on vacation. Now that that’s finished up, I decided to stay a
little while longer,” he grinned impishly. “No harm done.”
“None
whatsoever. Cheers to that… well, if I had a drink right now.”
“I
know a place. They have live music and you sit and eat under, get this, a banyan tree. I don’t know if that’s your
thing, but you have to admit, it makes for a pretty cool story to tell everyone
back home, huh?”
“What
are we waiting for?”
Mentally
preparing herself for a long, strenuous car ride and some walking, she was
blown away by the helicopter that Brandon brought her to. Speechless, she stood
and gawked at it for so long that he had to laugh.
“Come
on! It won’t bite you,” he nudged her. Snapping back to reality, she shook her
head.
“I’ve
just never seen one up close before. Wow.”
“Well,
now you have. Ladies first.” Ushering her onto the behemoth aircraft, Jamelia
gingerly stepped aboard, her heart pounding crazily. “Relax,” he urged.
Throwing caution to the wind, she sat down on the plush seat, laying her arm on
the armrest casually, concentrating on the scenery outside the window. “Call me
presumptuous, but I just felt that the driving out here, plus trying to
navigate the private roads, would have been too much.”
“So…
you… regularly travel by helicopter?” she asked offhandedly, attempting to keep
the surprise out of her voice.
“Only
when necessary,” he winked. “Sit back. Relax. It’s not too long of a ride, and
there’s champagne. Please, help yourself.”
Despite
the earsplitting noise and the typical jerks and dips of air travel, it was a
pleasant trip for both. The champagne helped, too. By the time they began their
descent, Jamelia was more than ready to get her hands on some money. Landing in
a small private helipad, they hailed a cab that took them to Just Like Vegas.
“Now I’m relaxed,” she said greedily,
rubbing her hands together. Brandon stayed quiet, standing behind her as they
entered.
“E kipa mai!” the young hostess greeted.
“How are you this afternoon?”
“We’re
doing well,” Brandon shook her hand. “Can, um, we have some chips? And maybe a
lesson?”
“Sure,
right this way.” At this, Jamelia was hesitant. After all, which casino offers
lessons?
Following
close behind, she decided to go with the flow. In another room, they were
hosting what looked like a blackjack class.
“What
in the world?” she blurted out before she could stop herself. “How are they –“
“Surprise!”
Brandon burst into helpless laughter. “Hawaii is one of the no gambling states.
It’s all play money!”
“What?
You little –“
“You
were just so excited… how could I say no?” As he wiped tears of mirth out of
the corners of his eyes, Jamelia felt her blood boil. This son of a bitch, she thought exasperatedly. “Okay, okay. I’m
sorry, I know I’m a clown and a fool. But, look, it’s still early, so how about
drinks? Hm?” Still peeved, she made him sweat it out before nodding her assent.
“These
better be some damn good drinks.”
Leaving
behind the frills and luxuries, they reached The Shack Mililani an hour and a
half later, both exhausted from the long, hot walk.
“Sheesh.
Remind me to never do that again,” Brandon griped as they took their seats.
“Yeah,
yeah, crybaby. That wasn’t all bad.”
“You’re
right,” he acquiesced. “It was horrible.
Hey, just give me a Jack Daniels on the rocks, please.”
“And
for you, miss?” the waiter turned to Jamelia.
“I’ll
have a glass of white wine to start. And a chicken salad.” Waiting for the
waiter to walk away, Brandon smirked.
“I
thought you were all about assimilating into the Hawaiian culture. Isn’t that
why you came out here?” Looking down at her perfectly manicured hands, she
twisted her lips before answering.
“Yes,
but no. Kind of.”
“Care
to elaborate?”
“My
birthday is tomorrow. No, it’s no big deal. Seriously.”
“Birthdays
are always a big deal,” he said simply. “Look! Why don’t you come with me, as
my guest, to my yacht party? Kind of a merger celebration of sorts, sealing the
deal and what have you. It’s a guaranteed good time, though… if you’d like to
come.”
Luckily,
the waiter came back with their order, providing Jamelia with a welcome
distraction.
“Excuse
me, can I also have an order of onion rings? I’d hate for the lady to eat
alone,” Brandon said with a straight face.
“I’ll
be right back with that.” Weighing her options, it dawned on her that she
really didn’t have anything better planned. Sit
around and run around the beaches all day, or hang out with a good looking and
obviously rich guy on my birthday, she thought.
“Well?”
he pressed, practically seeing the wheels turning in her head. “It’s not life
or death.”
“What
time is this party?”
The
next morning was a whirlwind of activity nearly from the moment Jamelia opened
her eyes. It’s my birthday, she
realized, feeling out of sorts. For the past few years, getting older was not
exactly something to look forward to. Until now. After fielding a constant
stream of celebratory phone calls and texts from friends and family alike, she
got dressed and donning a simple pair of shorts and a t-shirt. It was,
admittedly, her first date in a long time, so she went down to the spa once
more, excited for what the evening held in store for the two of them.
“Hi!
Back again?” the receptionist smiled knowingly.
“Yeah,
but this time, I think I’d like to throw in a hot stone massage and a facial
along with the seaweed wrap. Oh, and can I get another one of those cocktails?
They were so good!”
“Right
away, ma’am.”
As
she laid her head back in the massage chair, her whole body feeling light as a
feather, she heard her phone ring.
“Oh,
uh oh,” she muttered lazily, fumbling a bit for it. “Hello?”
“How
are you this morning? I hope I didn’t call you too early?” Brandon’s deep voice
intoned.
“I’m
all right, having a spa day so that I can be all ready for your shindig
tonight.”
“Excited,
are we?”
“It’s
not every day that I get to rub elbows with the social elite.”
“And
you’ll fit right in,” he assured her. “Pick you up later, Ms. Jamelia.”
“I’ll
be waiting for you… Mr. Brandon.” Tickled, she accidentally splashed the water
a bit, wetting the nail technician, who laughed good naturedly. “Sorry!”
“Don’t
worry, I was brought up on the beach,” she waved Jamelia off. “Hot date
tonight?”
“I
guess that remains to be seen…”
By
that afternoon, it had cooled down considerably, after the short but fierce
rainstorm. Throwing a shawl over her knee length dress, she stepped out onto
the balcony, staring out over the beach. Towels and people in brightly colored
bathing suits peppered the white sand beach, and Jamelia could almost smell the
food sold by the roadsides. Lost in her thoughts, she watched as a large, sleek
stretch limo pulled up to the front of the hotel. Piqued, she leaned over the
railing to get a better look, just as she heard her phone ring from inside.
Rushing back to the living area, she answered breathlessly,
“Hey!
Are you close by?”
“Sure
am. I actually just pulled up to your hotel, so if you’re ready…”
“You’re the one in that limo?” I shouldn’t
even be surprised anymore, she mused.
“That’s
me,” he replied cockily.
As
she rode the elevator to the lobby, she concentrated on keeping herself steady;
seeing Brandon by the door, she teetered on her six inch heels, willing herself
not to trip or stumble. So far, so good.
“Don’t
you look nice,” he complimented her. “See? I told you that you’d fit right in.”
Opening the limo door for her, she grinned at the bottle of Dom Perignon
chilling in a bucket of ice.
“I
see you pulled out all the stops.”
“Happy
birthday,” he opened the bottle and poured her a glass. “Cheers to you, and to
many more years to come.”
“Thank
you, thank you.” Sipping her drink, she wiggled her nose as the bubbles rose
and tickled her. “So where are you taking me?”
“You’ll
see. But I will say this: I hope you’ve gotten over your fear of helicopters.”
“Oh,
ho,” she chortled, much more bravely than she felt. “The plot thickens.”
“Indeed.”
He turned away, ignoring her for the rest of the trip as she downed over a
quarter of the bottle. “Here we are.”
Again,
the daunting looking aircraft loomed in the distance as they approached yet
another helipad.
“Who
knew there were so many helipads on this little island,” she said weakly,
trying to cover up her apprehension.
“It’s
so spread out that the best way to get around is air travel,” Brandon replied
evenly, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. As he chatted with
the pilot, Jamelia busied herself looking for some more alcohol to calm her
nerves, but found none. “Hey,” he stuck his head into the back, still seated up
front in the cockpit. “We’ll be taking off in a minute. Are you okay?”
“Yeah!
Great!”
They
flew over the bright, shining blue ocean, past Maui, finally landing two hours
later in Kilauea.
“A
volcano?” she asked disbelievingly.
“How did you manage that?”
“I
know someone that knows someone,” he said mysteriously. “Any other questions?
The food is going to get cold.”
“Food?” Holding his hand out for her,
Jamelia followed him numbly, still trying to process everything.
“Yes,
food. I hope you like a more…
unconventional breakfast?” He led her to a tiny tiki hut, surrounded by
obsidian. There was no vegetation in sight, and she felt as if she were in a
totally different place.
“That
all depends on your definition of ‘unconventional.’”
Pulling
out her chair for her, she peered warily at the trays of food on the table.
Sniffing furtively, she couldn’t quite identify the scents, but whatever it
was, it smelled scrumptious.
“It
smells heavenly.”
“Doesn’t
it? Edouard outdoes himself every time.” Uncovering the trays, her eyes bugged
out when she saw the caviar, salmon, croissants, and in some smaller trays,
fruit, delicate pastries, and a few truffles. “Well! Dig in.” Producing a
bottle of Ace of Spades champagne from under the table, he poured them both a
glass, raising his in a toast. “Before I forget, the best part. To new
friendships.”
“To
new friendships.” Clinking glasses, Jamelia took a small sip before serving
herself some smoked salmon, the croissants practically melting in her mouth.
They
ate in relative silence, simply enjoying each other’s company and the solitude
of the volcano, until Jamelia broke the silence.
“Why
me, Brandon?” she considered this for a moment, buttering half a croissant.
“Why
not you? I mean, I could be asking you the same question, don’t you think?”
“Funny.
I’m serious… why?”
“You
want the truth? I like you, Jamelia. There’s something about you that’s just…
amazing. Is that crazy?”
“No,”
she admitted. “The other day at the beach may have been a coincidence, but I’m
glad I met you. Too bad I’m only staying here for a few more days.”
“In
that case, finish up so that we can make the best of these next few days, don’t
you think?”
Between
the two of them, they made short work of the food, not leaving a single crumb
behind.
“So
who comes and cleans all this up?”
“That is something that you need not
worry about,” Brandon retorted cockily. “Ever. Not while you’re with me,
anyhow.”
“I
see. A girl can definitely get used to that.”
“I
insist that you do. Let’s go; I have to get the yacht together.”
“Ha.
I’d almost forgotten about your yacht party… I’m completely blown away by this,
Brandon.” He stopped mid stride to face her, cupping her face in his strong,
broad hands.
“That’s
what I like to hear.” Leaning in close, he kissed her gently on the lips, their
skin barely touching, but it sent chills up and down Jamelia’s spine. This man is something else, she thought,
dazed.
The
trip back was a lot smoother, or maybe it was all the alcohol in her system.
Either way, she found herself chatting vivaciously with Brandon and the pilot
as they flew to neighboring Maui, where his yacht was docked in Lahaina Harbor.
It was nearing high noon, and despite the earlier coolness, the day promised to
be a scorcher. Walking down the dock, he led her to an impressive looking
vessel, bobbing with the ebb and flow of the crystalline water.
“And
this belongs to you?” Jamelia
squealed.
“Why
are you so surprised? Let’s see if anyone showed up early, and I can show you
around.” Complete with staterooms for any guests that decided to stay, a fully
stocked kitchen, and attentive staff, she was beyond mesmerized. “Ah, Mrs.
Tanner. How are you?”
“Brandon!
My husband and I were just talking about you last night… sorry he couldn’t make
it, but he sure wanted to be here.”
“Well,
he rarely misses one, so I’ll let him slide. This time.” The two of them
laughed conspiratorially, and Jamelia stood off to one side, feeling left out.
“Mrs. Tanner, this is my date, Jamelia. Jamelia, her husband helped me start my
business; I owe these two a great deal.”
“Good
to meet you,” Jamelia shook her hand.
“Likewise.
Listen, I’m going up to the sun deck to lay out… catch you two later.”
Watching
her go, it hit her that she’d forgotten any swimwear. Foolish me, she chastised herself. As if reading her mind, Brandon
tapped her on the shoulder.
“There
are some extra bathing suits in one of the guest staterooms. If you like, you
can go look for one? See if any of them catch your eye?” Opening her mouth to
reply, the commotion outside interrupted her. “Whoops. Looks like the party got
started a little earlier than anticipated.” Grateful for an excuse to explore
on her own, she let Brandon deal with his guests while she wandered off in
search of the perfect bathing suit. Passing by a few stragglers, she smiled and
greeted them all as she found her way to the lower deck. The cedar was fragrant
and comforting as she opened a door at random, hoping that she’d found the
right place. Rifling through a few drawers she came up empty handed.
In
the next room, she had better luck, until she felt an almighty lurch and a
deafening horn blew, loud and clear. Damn,
we’re really heading out to sea, it dawned on her. Swaying slightly, she
kept her balance by holding onto the dresser. The door opened slowly, and
Brandon stuck his head inside.
“I
thought I’d find you in here somewhere. Did you find the bathing suit?” he
asked sweetly.
“I
did.” Holding it up for him and waving it around, she smiled seductively, still
remembering his kiss. “And what do you know? It’s just my size.”
“Perfect.”
Licking his lips hungrily, he stepped further into the room. “Just perfect.”
“Let
me get changed; I’ll be out in a minute,” Jamelia sang, sidestepping him and closing
the bathroom door behind her, giggling. Stripping off her dress, she put on the
pearl white bikini, checking herself out in the full length mirror before
exiting. “What do you think?”
“I
think… I’m thinking screw the party, we should stay right here,” he closed the
gap between them, grabbing her forcefully. “But, of course, I’d be a terrible
host, wouldn’t I?”
“I
suppose that depends on who you’re asking.” She wrapped her arms around him and
kissed him passionately, feeling the rough material of his jeans against her
warm body before pulling away. “There’s time enough for that. We have a party
to get to. ”
Upstairs
on the main deck, the staff was beginning to serve the guests, the majority of
whom preferred to drink and mingle on the sun deck.
“Something
to eat, miss?” One waiter dressed in black and white asked her.
“Hm?
Oh, no thank you,” she declined politely.
“Okay.
Just to let you know, we do have an open bar on the sun deck, if you’re
thirsty.” Sounds like a great idea,
Jamelia thought. Passing a few guests who stopped mid conversation as she
passed, she ignored them, head held high. As she stood at the bar, she spied
Brandon going downstairs in the company of a few other men, beers in hand.
“What’ll
it be?” the bartender asked, wiping his hands on a rag at his waist.
“Um,
I think I’ll go with a Lava Flow. Do you make those?”
“Sure
do.” Crossing her legs, which really didn’t offer much more coverage, she
waited. “Here you go.”
“Cheers.”
Jiggling her foot in time to the music, she looked around, enjoying the salty
ocean breeze.
“Having
fun?” Brandon asked, edging up to her.
“Mm
hmm. A lot more than I expected, honestly. And the drinks aren’t half bad.”
“Good.
I have a few contacts and I wanted to take you someplace else.”
“Really,
and where might that be?”
“Have
you ever heard of a place called Ni’ihau? It’s not too far now.”
“And
what’s on Ni’ihau?” Feeling herself loosen up, she stroked his arm gently.
“Another birthday present?”
“Maybe.
I guess you’ll have to see it for yourself.
Pouting,
Jamelia had to content herself with that answer for the next half hour, until
they came ashore at a jungle like island. Hearing the “ooh” and “ahh” of
Brandon’s guests, she looked up at him quizzically.
“They’ll
have to stay and party here without me. But you
can come with me as my guest to the island.”
“My,
my, my,” she quipped, taking his hand. “Are you sure you won’t be missed?”
“And
what if I am?” Ashore, the sand was powdery and soft, and her first thought was
that it looked way too good to be true.
“What
do you do out here?”
“I
have a cabin about a mile inland. Kind of my little getaway, since this island
is really off limits to the general public,” Brandon boasted.
“You’re
just full of surprises aren’t you?”
“The
best is yet to come.”
As
hot as the day was, walking through the canopy of tropical fauna made it a bit
cooler. As if it were a mirage, a small, rustic looking cabin appeared in the
distance. In the few days that she’d been in Hawaii, Jamelia was so used to
seeing the typical island theme that a tiny log cabin looked laughable.
“That’s
yours?” she asked with a bit of a smirk.
“Yep.
That’s it. I had it built a few years ago. It doesn’t look like much, but I
think it’s more than adequate for one person.” Opening the door with a loud
creak, she was struck dumb.
The
hardwood floors were waxed and shined to perfection, and the brown shag rug was
spotless. There was a modest kitchenette and a bedroom on the other side. Who
would have thought?
“Who
maintains it while you’re gone?” she asked, grasping at straws for a topic of
conversation.
“I
have friends who come by every so often to lend a hand. It’s not as much work
as you would think.”
“Not
too shabby.” It was then that she realized that it was the first time that they
were totally alone. On an island. In his cabin. Alone.
“I’m
glad you approve, my lady.” Grasping her chin, he lifted her face and kissed
her, taking advantage of the solitude. “Did I wish you a happy birthday yet?”
“No. But
you’re off to a great start.” Returning the kiss, she slipped her tongue into
his mouth, feeling his erection press against her bare stomach.
Tugging
down his shorts, she pulled out his thick, though slightly short and hard erection penis. It stay hard for quite some time, with the smallest bead of precum shining at the tip, so she
did the only thing that came naturally to her and sank to her knees in front of
him. Licking her full lips, she took his entire length into her mouth in one
shot, which wasn’t really such a big feat. In fact, Jamelia even managed to
find room for his balls, which drove him crazy. Grabbing a fistful of her
loose, unruly hair, he bobbed her head up and down forcefully, moaning all the
while.
“Jesus,” he groaned, squeezing his eyes
shut as she tried to struggle away from his iron grip. Grabbing his ass, she
spread him slightly, just enough to ease her finger in between his cheeks and
rub small circles around his tight, puckered hole. “Ah, dammit!” he cried, pushing her away.
Doubled
over with laughter, she stood up to kiss him once more, wiggling her hips
against his. In retaliation, he reached around and untied her bikini top.
Feeling the fabric loosen and drop to the ground, its touch made her nipples
harden and she shivered. Looking down, she saw his cock twitch, and it turned
her on even more. She longed to feel him inside her, finally, so she wrapped
her arms around him and ran her fingers through his hair, gripping it lightly
as their tongues wrestled incessantly.
“Do
you know how long I’ve wanted someone like you?” he asked breathlessly between
kisses.
“Does
it matter now? Here I am.”
Leading
her to the rug he leaned back so that she would fall on top of him. As he slid
his hands down to cup her ass, she straddled him in the tight space. Lifting
her hips to give himself more room, Brandon ripped the bottom of her bathing
suit clean off, tossing the pieces aside as she giggled.
“Such
a bad boy,” she teased. “I don’t usually associate with the likes of you.”
“Oh,
yeah? Is that right?” Sitting up, he turned her around so swiftly and so hard
that she ended up face first in the soft, velvety material, her bare ass
sticking up in the air.
Taking
this as an opportunity, he rapidly discarded his Bermuda shorts and held her by
her hips as he drove into her with so much force that she couldn’t even gather
enough wind to cry out. Clutching the fabric of the rug for dear life, it was
all she could do to hold on while he pounded her crudely. The sound of his skin
slapping against hers seemed to echo in the relatively small cabin, as
Jamelia’s face was pressed into the floor. Momentarily letting go of her hips,
he used one hand to grab her hair and pull her back, making her groan, half in
pleasure and half in pain.
“Brandon…
oh, God, Brandon…” she moaned, squirming against his grip.
Leaning
in close, he put his lips next to her ear, making her shudder and clench her
muscles around him.
“Cum
for me… you know you want to.” Biting her lip to try to hold back, she
couldn’t. With a pained cry, she came, her eyes rolling back in her head
involuntarily.
“Jesus!”
she cried, panting. Thinking that she would finally get a breather, she was
sorely mistaken.
Pulling
out, and seeing he maintain hard erection cock shining with her juices, he grinned. Perfect, he thought amusedly. Watching
her catch her breath, he held her down once more, sliding his still wet member
into her tight, puckered hole.
“Brandon!”
she yelped, trying to pull away from him once more, but he was too strong for
her. As he slid into her, she moaned. It was a completely new sensation… but
she enjoyed it. Pushing back against him, she gripped the rug tighter, vaguely
giving thanks that there was nobody in the vicinity who could hear them.
Gritting her teeth, she felt his hand snake around her neck, clutching her and
steadily placing more pressure. “Mm… be careful,” she whispered as he tightened
his hold.
“Ah,
shit,” he grunted, his body jerking
wildly with his own orgasm. He seemed to go limp as he let go of Jamelia, who
instantly fell forward. “You’re quite some woman.”
“Something
like that.”
Never
again would she complain about another birthday.
