Lee was a little flabbergasted about this. “Why should I sell my house?”
“Because business is slow. Because, when I look in your eyes, I see a far-away expression and I know that you are thinking of somewhere without walls or fences. I know that your heart isn’t here. It’s somewhere else.”
“Unlike you, I still have five years of mortgage payments.”
“So what? You’ll still make a profit. It will take time, but if we’re married, we can live off the rent from my house and live anywhere we like.”
“Oh, you plotted this, did you?”
“We did have a plan. We were going to get married in a chapel and then…”
“And then what?”
“You were going to follow me wherever I go.”
“Is that what I said?”
“It was to that effect.”
He placed the house on the market, but finding a chapel for an unplanned wedding was a little more challenging. We began taking aimless drives out into the countryside, poking into unfamiliar territory searching for that something that would light up our vision. Lee was becoming skeptical of my philosophy of allowing things to fall into my lap, but I could feel in my bones it was going to happen.
It did. We were taking our afternoon drive one day when we discovered a very small town right on the edge between the lush, cool mountains, and the hotter, drier grasslands. The houses were all small and tidy, with manicured shrubbery lining up between each lot and cornering out at the sidewalk. Fruit and flower bearing trees shaded the wide, quiet road. At the far end of the road was a chapel set back at the far end of a landscaped lawn with several circular areas containing flower gardens.
The chapel had an arched wooden door trimmed with bricks and sporting a lattice work entry way covered with ivy. We parked the car and went inside. There was middle aged clergyman with a well-satisfied belly, and a wrinkled, yet beaming organist. “May I help you?” Asked the clergyman.
“We want to get married,” Lee explained. “Right here and now. In this church.”
“Is this a sudden decision?”
“Oh no,” I said. “We’ve been planning to get married for a long time. The church is the sudden decision. That’s what’s important.”
“I see,” he said, although he didn’t really look like he got it. The organist beamed twice as hard and burst into a little ditty that sounded like a cross between Beethoven and jazz.
It really didn’t take him long to put together the wedding. He called a few people who I suspect always dressed in their Sunday best, and politely filled the first two aisles. We said our vows with nothing remarkable thrown in and I threw the bouquet of flowers that a teenaged girl had given me for the ceremony. The organist caught it.
The wedding was exactly right. It was a special moment, so special, we didn’t make it back to Seattle. We found a motel with a broken light fixture, but a swimming pool out back, and sneaked in a skinny dip at midnight.
We ran back to our room buck naked and tumbled to the bed. We were already getting hot and steamy when I opened my eyes. We’d left the door wide open. “Wait! Wait!” I told him, trying to avoid his hands as they grabbed out at me.
Lee looked up to see what I was doing. “Eh, let them watch. I think someone was peaking while we were swimming.”
“I will not let them watch. This is about you and me and our private little honeymoon.”
I returned to the bed and pushed him against the pillows. He started to pull me down on top of him, but I stopped him. “Uh, uh. This time it’s my turn.”
I loved his body. I loved the taut skin, darkened by the water-splashed sunlight. I loved the sparse mat of curling hair spreading over his chest and growing more velvety as it traveled to his navel. I loved the taste of his body as I slid my tongue up over one of his flat breasts. It was salty, with an under taste of soap and sweat. His breast nipple prickled when I licked it.
My mouth traveled down until it found the prize jewel, stiffly erect and pulsing. I wrapped my hands around it, rubbing it gently, then began sucking and licking it. He didn’t try to control my actions. He didn’t start shoving my head up and down. He gripped the sides of the bed and let me do as I pleased, kissing and massaging it, exploring his whole body.
Finally, I made my way back up and guided his shaft into my pulsing and very impatient crotch.
“God yeeees!” I groaned, fill me up. “Fuck me like you mean it!”
He groaned as he pulled me down on top of him, pressing against the small of my back, and squeezing the flesh of my butt cheeks as he pumped over and over.
This time he wasn’t as rock hard and stay hard—he was so excited, so into me and obsessed with me, that he was eager to empty his balls inside of me. He was in love with me and desired me, sexually and spiritually. Our intimacy and fucking became the same substance. This time when he came hard and groaned deeper and louder, he felt it in his heart—all over his chest and stomach, his groin and his face.
Er, probably because I squirted so hard that I came on him! And feeling my gush only made him peak harder and with more volume. He muttered my name as he came again, completely emptying his nuts and filling me with babymaking batter.
We were both filthy but so eager to stay just like this-unwilling to move and ready for more and more sex!
He sighed and rolled over on his back. “What now?” He asked. “We’ve rented your house. We’ve put my house on the market. We got married in a chapel. Where do we go from here?”
“Let’s go to Hawaii!”
Lee wasn’t really sure he liked the suggestion at first. He still had very little use for hot climates, but then took into consideration that they were islands. Islands meant water and marine life.
It took us a while to find our place. It was a life style and culture neither one of us had truly experienced before, but we finally ended up on the big island. It suited us. Despite being the biggest of the islands, it had a low population, mainly a lot of small towns and villages. Once Lee’s house sold, we bought a house we’d had our eye on ever since we arrived.
The house wasn’t very large, but it included ten acres of property. We converted the front part of the house into Lee’s office, examination room and waiting room. We added a thatched and bamboo lean-to next to the kitchen and built a barbecue pit. It was a humble foundation, but we were in business as the doctor and the cook.
We probably would have become sedate. Lee developed a new hobby, volcanology, and bought a jeep so he could drive up the side of the volcano and poke around in lava. I can’t say I was quite as attracted, but I did like the amazing views. Sometimes, at night, the lava flow would light up the sky like fireworks.
We probably would have spent the rest of our lives forgetting to make each moment new and exciting. We had a routine. We weren’t making much money, but we had a roof over our heads. Then, one day, I received a text message from Briana. She and Kevin wanted to sell out and move to Hawaii.
I suppose it was inevitable. Once Briana and Kevin had made their move, Linda and Jack wanted to join us as well. More buildings went up on the property. They included a beauty salon, sauna and spa, and a meditation room that served double for sex therapy. Kevin learned the island chain and began giving tour flights. Jack Jones learned the island greenery and became a favorite go-between.
How did the locals take us? At first, they held back. At first, they were skeptical. After all, they’d seen it all; hippies and nudists, beach bunnies and surfers, the hopeful desperate, the capitalists and the entrepreneurs. Slowly, they blended in and we cheerfully blended in with them. After all, when you’re in the service department and your services are given with joy, and open heart and a touch of Southern hospitality, they are very difficult to resist.
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Half a dozen hands glided over my arms and followed the curvature of my spine. They stopped for a moment at the elastic waist band of my skirt, then gently lowered it, leaving me only in my white bra and pantie
s. They began painting again, the thick liquid swooping up from my ankles and wrapping around my thighs, nuzzling closer and closer to the crease between my legs.
Somebody unfastened my bra to create a solid paint pattern, then half a dozen hands rolled me back over, completely inspired by their design and creativity. They removed my bra, then my underpants, running trails of varicolored paint down the gap between my breasts, in circular waves over my belly, squiggling over my hips. Somebody circled my breasts with red, leaving the nipples exposed.
Slowly, my arms were drawn up over my head, my wrists held together, while the artists worked under my arms and along my sides, tracing a maddening pattern that wove close to the bushy triangle, then slipped around underneath and outward, toward the knee. I squirmed as I felt my juices start to flow.
They bent my legs at the knee, exposing my buttocks so they could be painted too. The painting fingers began exploring, rubbing along the lips of my pussy, moving upwards to tickle the sprouting bud, then trailing back down my legs.
Oh God, I wriggled some more and they straightened my legs to behold their creation. I was painted from head to toe, with only my erect nipples and the curly patch of hair untouched. A head bent down to suck on one of my nipples, then another head bent over the other. I cried out as hot flames shot into my already moist pussy and I bowed upward.
Those maddening fingers were teasing me, teasing my pussy like mad. They opened my legs, and grasped my butt cheeks firmly. Yes - they spread the lips of my cunt wide. A tongue came between my legs, slurping at the fucking cum that had begun gushing out of control.
It was a delirious moment, so high I could see nothing but swirls of paint, my mind still dancing to the music. It was insane. I was held prisoner by the gentlest of restraints, unable to do anything except respond to the tongues that lapped up over my breasts, that pinched and sucked at the nipples, making them swell and grow hard. Unable to close my legs as two hands supported my buttocks, squeezing my ass, prying it apart with their thumbs to explore the tender opening. As my cunt was exposed and tongues - more than one tongue - licked away at the dripping honey, squeezed the tiny clit, rolled it between their fingers, milking it for every bit of its juice. While a tongue thrust deep inside the spread, pulsing flesh. Each and every erotic zone was being kissed, licked, caressed and explored.
The hands were all over me, causing a continuous, insatiable fire. I felt something deep in my gut travel to the clit and explode in red-hot flames, causing me to arch my back beyond any ability to contain me and cry out in one fierce wail. There was a moment of silence, then applause. Oh Jesus - I had been completely sucked dry.
Part II
Brit Next Door
Beach Holiday Romantic Comedy
Prologue
Jason slid his hand up her silky thigh, loving the feel of her beneath his palm. She made his head spin with her seductive eyes, her wandering fingers, and a voice made for moaning in a man’s ear. He shivered as he remembered how, not five minutes ago, she’d knocked on his basement door, begging to be allowed into the area that served as his bedroom.
He’d let her into his basement domain, more a small apartment than just a bedroom. He didn’t feel so much like he was living with his mother when he was down here, he felt more independent. Like he really was an independent man.
“We can’t do this.” He wasn’t really protesting, he just wanted a minute to make sure this was really happening. “The wedding…”
She walked to him, hips swaying as she pulled the black slip dress over her head, her eyes daring him to turn her down.
“Do you really want to wait for the wedding, when you can have this now?” Her fingernail, painted a blood red colour, trailed down his cheek, down to his lips as she moved close to him.
He stroked her long, dark hair, his hand shaking slightly as he took in her nudity. Full breasts, full hips, and thick thighs made for a man’s touch. His touch.
He kissed her then, a deep kiss, the kind he’d dreamed of giving her for a long time. She let him kiss her for a moment before pushing him to the bed.
“I’ll take that as a no.” She pulled his clothes away before she went to her back, pulling him over her, placing his hand on her breast.
Jason couldn’t believe any of this was real. He moved down her body, touching tanned skin, smooth and silky. His fingers trailed down her rounded tummy, further down, following the path his mouth took.
“You aren’t like any other woman, do you know that?” He spoke the words against her thigh, his lips making her tremble.
For him.
Jason felt his pride swelling, along with other parts of his body, and looked up into her eyes.
“You are all I’ve ever wanted. I’ve waited so long, Jason, don’t make me wait anymore.” She reached for him, an invitation to be hers, at last.
Jason hesitated for a moment. The wedding was only a few days away. Shouldn’t he wait, shouldn’t he hold off until their wedding night? Wasn’t that what people were supposed to do? Mary had said it so many times, that she wanted to wait.
Fingers traced along his inner thigh, over his hard length and he knew he couldn’t wait any longer. He just couldn’t.
“Please, Jason. Take me.” Her breathless words broke the final thread of his will and Jason fell to her, taking her lips, promising his undying devotion with his body as he prepared to slide into her heated depths.
A knock on his door and his mother called down the steps, breaking his concentration, breaking the most intimate moment of his life.
“What, Mom? Can’t it wait? I’m busy!” He looked at the most beautiful woman in the world, a smile playing around his lips as he put his mother out of his mind.
“No, it can’t wait, your wife-to-be is on the landline. Why aren’t you answering your cell phone? She needs to talk to you!”
Jason heard her footsteps coming down the stairs and he bolted under the cover, pulling the quilt over the woman in his bed.
“Jason? Jason, what are you doing? Who is in that bed with you? You have to be kidding me! Jason, you little shit!”
Jason heard the phone fall to the floor as his mother smacked him round the head. He cowered there for a moment, hating himself for being so weak. Too weak to stand up to his mother.
Jennifer, the woman that had changed his world, ran from the bed, picking up her clothes before bolting out of the door.
“How could you, Jason?” He looked up at his mother, guilt marring his face.
“The wedding’s off, Mom. I’m going to marry Jennifer.” He stood up, holding the quilt to his front as he gathered his own clothes and phone. Watching the woman he’d decided was The One run out of the door had given him a backbone at last. “I’ll call Mary later.”
“Jason, you can’t do this. If you come back we can save all this and you won’t be making another huge mistake. Mary is good for you! Please, Jason, just think about this for a minute.”
His mother pleaded with him now that he’d stood up to her, stood up to her insistence that Mary was the one for him. He was a man, dang it all, he knew what was best for him.
“I don’t want to save it, Mom, that’s the point. I never wanted it. I want Jennifer!”
And with that, Jason made the first real decision of his life. Bad or not, he’d made it and he was going to stick to it. He left his mother there, mouth hanging open as her son walked away.
Chapter Twelve
Mary Montgomery was buried in the couch, a blanket worn like a shroud across her bent shoulders, her long dark hair pulled over her face. A beautiful face if it could be seen, but she’d hidden under all her dark honey-brown hair. She was sobbed out, the poster-girl of dejection and heartbreak. The occasional sound of a strangled sob came from under the screen of hair, and something else that sounded as though her nasal passages had been glued shut as she tried to breathe, came from the pile she’d made on the couch.
Her feet were tucked under Albert, a large mixed-breed mutt sittin
g with a rather perplexed and confused grimace on his face. He would dare to glance over at the woman with her cold feet under what had been his warm bottom every now and then, hoping she wouldn’t catch him staring. He was nervous. Mary was sad. Bad things like cold feet on his warm tummy and bottom happened when Mary was sad. Here she was again; slouched on his favourite spot and it didn’t look like she was going to be moving anytime soon. With a doubtful twitch of his hairy eyebrows, he glanced into the kitchen. He couldn’t fill the dog dish himself and he hoped she was aware of it, whatever the predicament was.
Lillian Montgomery, her mother, came waltzing through the front door of their small mountainside home in West Virginia and observed Mary. Mary was almost her twin, though 20 years younger. Seeing her daughter in a mess, Lilian pushed her own long brown hair out of her green eyes, so similar to Mary’s, and put her fist on her hip.
“What on earth is wrong with you? Three days to the big event? I hope you haven’t got cold feet young lady,” Lillian said to her daughter as she stood in the living room, twitching to clean it but realizing something was wrong with her only child.
Albert didn’t exactly understand everything but he knew Mary definitely had cold feet as they were presently freezing his unmentionables. He blew air out of his mouth, shooting Mary a reproachful stare that she didn’t notice. This wasn’t going well, Albert knew it, but he couldn’t speak so he shifted instead, hoping to find a less cold spot.
“Cold feet? Cold feet? No, Mother, I haven’t got cold feet. What I don’t have is a groom to meet me at the church! So, unless you can fit a collar and tie on that flea ridden dog, then it will either be a solo affair or there won’t be a wedding at all, okay?” Mary snapped at her mother, her emotions clearly getting away from her. Her reddened eyes glared at her mother from a very pretty, heart-shaped face.
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