Paint Me Curious Red [Curious 2] (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Silke Ming

  She did not reply, but instead tried to spread her legs even wider, stretching the soft fabric of the sexy underwear and exposing herself to him.

  “Damn,” he shouted as the phone started to ring.

  Jean-Louis Baston was on the phone. His eyes still fixed on Summer’s pulsing pussy, he continued to fondle his magnificent erection.

  “Hello Jean-Louis. I got your message.”

  He said he was close to the hotel, and thought it was a good idea that they visit the Gaugin museum that afternoon. He could be at the hotel in fifteen minutes, and the following day they would go on their arranged tour.

  “Can we finish this in ten minutes?” he asked her, running one hand between her thighs and manipulating his rock-hard cock with the other.

  “There isn’t enough time,” she said, seemingly disappointed.

  With their afternoon plans dashed, Summer rushed around trying to get dressed before Jean-Louis arrived. Seamus decided he would wear the same clothing he had been wearing all day, and he sat on the side of the bed waiting for her. He suddenly picked up one of her sandals and hid it under the bed.

  “Nice,” he said as she came from the bathroom, fully dressed. “I love that short skirt.”

  She picked up one sandal and put it on. Then she looked around for the second one, but it was nowhere in sight.

  “Are you still wearing those panties?” he asked.

  “Yes. Have you seen my other sandal?” she asked, frantically looking around.

  “No. I’ll look over here, and you can look under the bed. It must be around here somewhere.”

  As he had expected, when she bent over to look under the bed, she was fully exposed.

  “I love this position,” he said, caressing her rear end.

  “Stop it, Seamus. We can’t do this right now.”

  “I want to take advantage of you,” he said as he licked his finger and manipulated her clit. “We’ve got five minutes. Do you think you can come in five minutes?”

  “I can’t. Not now, Seamus, but you’re driving me crazy.”

  “I want to fuck you right now,” he said, dragging her hand to the rigid piece of steel hidden behind his jeans.

  “Let’s wait for tonight, and then it will all be yours.”

  “I’ll hold you to that promise, Summer,” he replied, grinning like a little boy.

  Jean-Louis was waiting at the reception when they arrived. He was casually dressed in a pair of shorts and an island shirt. He chatted away and his eyes hardly met Summer’s. Had she misread his intentions? He had stared at her constantly and had even said she was beautiful, but now he seemed a little distant.

  Chapter Two

  Summer sat in the back seat of the jeep, while Seamus sat on the passenger seat beside Jean-Louis.

  “Are you comfortable back there?” Jean-Louis asked, looking into the rearview mirror.

  “Very comfortable,” she said, as Seamus turned around to smile with her. “How far away is the museum?”

  “Only about fifteen minutes,” he replied. “Everything on this island is between thirty and sixty minutes away.”

  The views were spectacular. Summer could only stare at the beauty of the island as the wind whipped through her hair.

  “We’re almost there,” he said, turning around to face her.

  “And what’s this?” asked Seamus.

  “That’s the botanical gardens. It’s a must-see.”

  “Maybe we can do that tomorrow,” said Seamus. “The museum is high on our list of priorities.”

  They had expected the museum building to be of Polynesian architecture. Instead they came upon a Japanese-style building with a precariously-looking slanted roof.

  Inside was a treasure trove of artwork. Seamus was not disappointed by what he saw there. It was everything he had expected. He gazed quietly at the works, which had been painted by the hands of the master. Of course, most of his famous paintings were either locked away in museums in Europe or in private collections around the world. Seamus stared as if he had been taken back in time, sitting at the feet of Paul Gaugin himself. He seemed to be back in his Sistine Chapel as Millie referred to it, working away on some kind of painting which someone, years after his death, would stand and admire, just as he was now doing. Summer walked along with Jean-Louis, moving from painting to painting and speaking about the man who had left his country, and taken up residence in French Polynesia, like Jean-Louis had recently done.

  There were Gaugin reproductions for sale, but Seamus decided to buy an original painting by one of the native artists. It was of a local young girl dressed in Polynesian attire, which meant she was topless.

  “One day this young man will also be just as famous as Gaugin,” he said, paying for the painting and admiring it at the same time.

  The sun was quickly sinking in the west, and Jean-Louis drove them to a hilltop. They were there to witness the beautiful sunset, like all the other onlookers, on the island that so many Europeans now regarded as home.

  “We were planning to spend a couple months in Hawaii, but Tahiti has really captured our hearts,” said Seamus, his arms wrapped around Summer.

  “This is a beautiful island,” said Jean-Louis. “Life here is simple, the people are friendly, and the pace of life is slow enough for me. There is no stress except for the months when the hurricanes sweep across the islands, bringing everything to a halt. Even then, the people here take everything in stride. They pick up and start all over again and wait for the following year, when it will start again.”

  “But best of all, there are no winters,” said Seamus.

  “This is what it is all about,” Jean-Louis said, staring out at the golden sunset.

  Summer gazed at him. There seemed to be a little sadness in his eyes, as he stared silently into the red sinking ball of fire.

  “So what are your plans for tonight?” he asked as he drove them back to the hotel.

  “We’ll have dinner and settle in for the night. It has been a rather long day.”

  “I’ll be here around nine thirty in the morning to get you. It’s a small island, but there is still a lot to see.”

  “Won’t you join us for dinner?” Summer asked him.

  “Not tonight. I, too, am rather tired. See you tomorrow morning,” he said, kissing her on both cheeks and shaking Seamus’s hand.

  “Thank you very much. We are looking forward to tomorrow,” Seamus said.

  “Wear comfortable shoes. Bring a swimsuit and also a raincoat, and if you don’t have raincoats, you can pick up a couple of inexpensive ones in the hotel gift shop.”

  “All right, we’ll do that. Sleep well,” Summer said to him.

  * * * *

  The following morning after a hurried breakfast, they found Jean-Louis waiting for them. He was not alone. With him was a very gorgeous Polynesian young lady in her midtwenties. Dressed in a pair of shorts, a shirt tied in a knot around her midriff, and a hibiscus flower behind her left ear, she was the true picture of Polynesian beauty. Seamus’s eyes bulged the moment he saw her. Unaware of the emotions she was stirring, she smiled innocently at them.

  “This is my friend Hoana,” Jean-Louis said.

  They exchanged pleasantries and climbed into the jeep, Seamus and Summer in the back and the beautiful Hoana in the passenger seat beside Jean-Louis. They were soon on their way over hills and deep into valleys, passing pineapple plantations on the way. Summer looked around her at the scenery and was lost in the beauty of the island.

  “Did you remember to bring your swimsuits?” asked Jean-Louis, turning his head slightly in their direction.

  “We have everything,” Seamus shouted back.

  It was so windy that they could only communicate when Jean-Louis stopped to show them points of interest. Hoana was quiet but smiled a lot.

  “Our first stop will be the Fautaua Waterfall,” he said. “It’s one of the most beautiful waterfalls in the world, and we have it here in paradis.”

  Clim
bing from the vehicle, they donned their raincoats and headed down a well-worn path. They could hear the roaring of the water, and soon it came into view. It was spectacular.

  “Isn’t she beautiful?” he asked as they stared at the waterfall.

  “Magnificent,” whispered Summer.

  “Yes, she is truly magnificent,” Jean-Louis said as the light mist landed on his face. “Back in France when I was a younger man, I came across a book called Tales of the South Pacific. That’s when I fell in love with these islands. As I read, I pictured myself lying on these pristine beaches soaking up the bright sunshine and swimming naked beneath the coral reefs.”

  “I know the book. It was written by Michener,” said Seamus.

  “That’s correct. When I was seventeen, a theater production came to Paris. It was called South Pacific. Then I knew this was really where I wanted to be. At the age of twenty-three, after getting my pilot’s license, I withdrew all my money from the bank, packed two suitcases, and landed here. I knew no one, but everyone was extremely friendly. I vowed never to leave this island,” he said, staring at the cascading waterfall.

  By this time water was dripping from their faces, as the mist from the falls fell gently on them. It was refreshing and a relief because of the high humidity.

  “Do you come here often?” Summer asked him.

  “Not as often as I would like,” he replied, turning to look at her and then shyly looking away.

  “I guess your work takes you away quite often.”

  “It certainly does, but I’m contented with the few precious moments I can spend here. I’ll never leave this paradis,” he said, still staring at the gushing water.

  Each time he said the word paradise, Summer found herself staring at his lips. It was the sweetness of his accent when he said the word. Paradis! Paradis! She was not the only one distracted. Seamus was trying to converse with the shy Hoana, whom she noticed smiled a lot, but still never said too much.

  “If you’ve seen enough, we can leave,” Jean-Louis finally said. “I’ll take you to Point Venus. I think you will also like the view from there.”

  “What’s Point Venus?” asked Seamus.

  “It’s a very pretty beach with black sand,” said Hoana, slowly coming out of her shell.

  “It’s not too far away from there. Close-by is Matavai Bay, where many of the explorers first came ashore many years ago. You will also enjoy the view from there,” Jean-Louis said.

  “Can we swim there?” asked Summer.

  “Yes. There are rooms on the beachfront where you can change.”

  When they reached the beach, Summer reached down and picked up a handful of sand. She had never seen black sand before. She wanted to feel it between her fingers.

  “Are you coming, Hoana?” she asked, heading for the changing stalls.

  “Yes,” the young woman replied, taking something from the car.

  Summer left the change stall and walked out to the deserted beach in her bikini, where she found Seamus waiting. Jean-Louis also quickly appeared, and his eyes immediately fell on her body. Hoana was nowhere in sight. Jean-Louis turned to look for her but continued to converse with his guests. Seamus suddenly became silent. His eyes were fastened on Hoana. She appeared from the change room topless, and her bikini bottom did not leave much to the imagination. Totally unaware of the effect her naked breasts were having on Seamus, she strutted toward the water. Being topless to her seemed perfectly natural, but to Summer, it was highly unusual. In spite of feeling intimidated, she followed the young woman into the warm tropical water.

  “Why don’t you remove your top?” Jean-Louis asked her before she could reach the water. “It is normal here on Tahiti for ladies to sunbathe or swim topless.”

  “No, I think I will keep it on,” she replied.

  “Come on, Summer. See how good Hoana looks. You look better,” whispered Seamus. “Take it off.”

  “I don’t care. I’m not used to it and I don’t want to prance around topless on a foreign beach.”

  Jean-Louis joined Hoana and they frolicked in the water. He hugged her and his arms crossed over her naked breasts. Then he gently kissed her. That was the first time Summer had noticed any close interaction between the two of them. She was one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen, and had a body that was definitely built for sin. Could it be that Jean-Louis was not one to show his emotions in public? Perhaps she was just a casual acquaintance. She, however, smiled a lot, and her eyes lit up whenever he looked in her direction.

  “Come on. Take it off,” urged Seamus.

  “All right,” she replied, still feeling a little shy.

  Her big breasts were not upright like Hoana’s, but they looked luscious.

  “Dear Lord!” he whispered, his eyes fastened on them. “I could take one of them in my mouth right now.”

  “Don’t you dare touch me,” she said, laughing.

  “Would you like to know what’s happening to me?” he asked, pushing her hand between his thighs.

  “I guess Hoana did that to you,” she replied.

  “Did she ever! The girl has quite a body on her.”

  “Are you lusting after her, Seamus?”

  “Why should I when I’ve got you? You are just as beautiful as she is, or even more beautiful,” he replied.

  “I know you well, Seamus. If I were insecure, I would be annoyed.”

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he replied.

  “Don’t lie to me,” she said, smiling.

  After a little more than an hour, it was time to go. Summer put her bikini top on, and they all left the tropical water. Hoana suddenly walked up to Seamus, her nipples upright and leading the way.

  “You look so much like that Australian actor,” she said, removing a piece of sea algae from his hair.

  “Which actor is that?” he asked.

  “I have forgotten his name. Your face is also very red. You are not used to the tropical sun.”

  “Yes, you should wear some suntan lotion when you go into the sun,” said Jean-Louis.

  “Is it, is it red?” he asked, fighting to get his words out.

  “You’re blushing,” whispered Summer in his ear. “If she had looked down, she would’ve seen more than just your red face.”

  Back in the jeep, Jean-Louis continued their island tour. He took them to the far northern shore, showing them points of interest other visitors would normally never see. Around two thirty, they stopped to have lunch at a local restaurant where he introduced them to a dish called Poisson Cru, the Tahitian equivalent of ceviche. It was raw red tuna marinated in coconut milk and lime juice, and all washed down with local beer.

  “Summer and I would like you to join us for dinner this evening,” Seamus said to the couple. “They are having a Polynesian evening at our hotel. We know that this is probably nothing new to you, but for us it will be a fond farewell to Tahiti and to wonderful company.”

  “We would be honored to join you this evening,” said Jean-Louis, turning to Hoana, who nodded and smiled.

  “Good, so we meet at seven in the lobby?”

  “Wonderful. See you then,” Jean-Louis replied.

  Chapter Three

  “I wish we weren’t so conservative in the United States. I loved seeing your naked breasts in public,” Seamus said, his hand clawing around under her blouse.

  “I thought you were tired,” said Summer.

  “Yes. Oh yes I am,” he said, cupping her breasts, “but these have energized me again.”

  “Are you sure it’s mine you want or Hoana’s?”

  “I believe you’re jealous of Hoana. These are the only breasts I want in my hands,” he said, gently lifting them.

  “Perhaps I will go topless on the beach close to our house in Maine,” she said.

  “No, Summer. In Tahiti, it’s not a problem for me, but in Maine these are for my eyes only. Besides people from all over Whitney will be coming into my solitary world just to gawk at
these beautiful works of art.”

  He cupped and caressed them, and soon he was sucking away voraciously. She grabbed his hair and watched as his tongue circled one nipple and then the other.

  “I am so hot for you, Summer,” he whispered.

  “Are you?” she asked as her hand moved to the zipper of his jeans.

  “Yes, rub it gently,” he said, his eyes glazing over.

  She, too, was hot, so hot that she thought her body would ignite in flames at any moment.

  “You want me, don’t you?” he asked, his eyes holding her gaze.

  “Yes,” she said, pulling down his zipper and freeing his erect cock.

  “Whatever your wish is, I am here to fulfill it.”

  He pushed her against the entry door and his hand wandered under her short skirt.

  “Uhhhh!” she groaned.

  Their lips met, and she melted in his arms. Their warm tongues tangled, and he crushed her body against the door.

  “I’m going to make you beg,” he said, squeezing her breasts and staring into her eyes. “I want you naked.”

  “You won’t have to beg me,” she said, writhing.

  “You are spoiling my party. Let’s see what I can do to make you beg.”

  He pulled her away from the door and pulled her zipper down, and her skirt dropped around her ankles.

  “Beautiful,” he said, parting her thighs with his knees and pushing her back against the door. “This was the best idea I’ve ever had. You will always be ready and waiting for me.”

  She groaned as his finger circled her pulsing clit through the slit of her crotchless underwear.

  “I’m going to give it to you right here against this door,” he said, rubbing his erection along her thigh. “Feel it. It wants you, Summer.”

  She grabbed it between both hands and squeezed it.

  “I want you to do that when it’s inside you.”

  Her body lurched forward to meet his finger, which was busy stroking her wet clit. He started with one finger, and suddenly there were two working away inside her. He gazed into her eyes as he continued to assault her body.

  “Seamus, please,” she begged.