by TG Haynes
Matt guarded the cave entrance; Nikki stood just behind him. It gave her the perfect opportunity to admire his fabulous physique. In fact, it was so impressive, she felt compelled to run her hands across his sculpted shoulders, down his back, and over his loincloth, until they came to rest against the cheeks of his bottom. Matt didn’t seem to mind the attention in the slightest and so she fondled him to her heart’s content. The danger outside the cave having seemingly passed, Nikki took matters further by snaking a hand around to the front of Matt’s loincloth. He didn’t protest so she slid her hand inside the fur pelt and her fingers came into contact with his prick. It felt absolutely huge! She pulled the loincloth to one side and freed his sizeable cock. Extracting it, she gasped. It must have been at least 12 inches. It felt so long and thick between her fingers. She simply had to bend down and kiss it. And as she did, it thickened, almost instantaneously.
Nikki had only intended to grant him one little kiss, but once the cock was between her lips she had no desire to remove it. It soon started to leak juice, which drove them both absolutely wild. Nikki felt like an absolute bitch on heat and began to suck for all she was worth. Given her attentions, his cock grew even harder until, suddenly, without warning, she felt it twitch. The next second the end filled her mouth with a burst of delicious, sticky semen, which she lapped at hungrily.
After a few seconds, Matt’s orgasm still showed no sign of abating. His cock continued oozing spunk, coating Nikki’s lips. Removing it from her mouth, she held it in front of her chest and allowed the juice to dribble over her tits. She then stood up. Nikki was just about to bend over and order him to fuck her, only, finally, he was spent. With a glint in his eye, Matt bent down and began to lick her come-covered tits. When he finished, she turned around, parted her legs and wiggled her bottom invitingly, fully expecting him to grasp her hips and sink his monster cock inside her. She wondered if she’d be able to take its full length.
Instead, much to her disappointment, Matt took hold of her arm and shook it. Why on earth would he do that? It seemed such an odd gesture that she asked him what he was up to. No matter how hard she tried, the words didn’t want to form. Frustrated, she rubbed her eyes and blinked. The face in her dream blurred and transformed into Tony, who was gently shaking her elbow in order to wake her.
‘Begging your pardon, miss,’ he said.
Nikki sat up and yawned. ‘Sorry.’
‘Not a problem. A girl needs her beauty sleep.’
‘Are we here, then?’
Tony stepped backwards and held the door open for his passenger. ‘We certainly are, miss.’
Nikki undid her seat belt and stepped out of the car. The vehicle was parked in a quiet corner of Bristol Airport, having been granted access through one of the security gates.
‘What about check-in?’ she asked.
‘No need, miss, all taken care of. The perks of flying privately.’ As Tony busied himself getting the luggage out of the boot, Matt waved to Nikki from the open doorway of a nearby private jet. He wandered down the steps and came across to greet her.
‘Miss Foster, I’m really glad you could make it.’ With that, he executed a bow.
Given that Matt was the subject of the highly erotic dream she had just experienced, Nikki felt slightly embarrassed in his presence. She was half tempted to apologise. That said, the outfit Matt was wearing wouldn’t have looked out of place in the dream. In one respect, it was rather an odd mix and match, but it kind of worked. From the waist up, he was dressed in formal attire: a pristine white shirt, gold cufflinks, black bow tie and dinner jacket. It was below the waist that the outfit got really interesting, for a pair of tight, black leather shorts clung to his thighs. Nikki could barely take her eyes off the shorts; they certainly didn’t leave much to the imagination. The impressive bulge within led her to wonder if Matt was as well endowed as his caveman counterpart in her dream. She simply had to comment on the outfit. ‘What’s with the get-up?’
‘I’m working.’
Nikki didn’t see the connection. ‘So?’
‘This is the standard island staff uniform. Her Highness insists.’
Tony interrupted, to advise the pair that he had placed Nikki’s bags on the aircraft. He wished her a pleasant journey, then got back in the car and drove off. Matt glanced at his watch. ‘It’s about a nine-hour flight, give or take, so shall we get going?’
‘Why not?’ Nikki replied.
Matt stepped aside and guided her up the steps into the aircraft. The interior of the passenger area was kitted out like something from a James Bond film. Alongside the half dozen seats were a bar, roulette wheel, and what looked like a massage table. Needless to say, the seats themselves were made of the finest leather; clearly no expense had been spared when the interior of the plane had been designed.
‘There’s also a tanning booth and a mini-steam room in the back,’ he informed her. He made sure that the steps were clear, closed the compartment door, and then said, ‘I’ll just go and tell the pilot that we’re all ready and then we’ll get going.’
As he disappeared through the door that led to the cockpit, Nikki strapped herself into one of the seats. Matt reappeared a moment later and followed suit. She found it slightly strange not to be taken through the pre-flight preamble. A light in the centre of the ceiling pinged on to indicate that they were ready for takeoff. The ferocious hum of the jet engines roared into life and the plane made its way onto the runway.
Nikki had never been on such a small aircraft before. She found that it didn’t need to take such a long run-up as the Boeings she had travelled on previously, for no sooner had the plane begun to taxi than its nose lifted and it glided up into the air in an incredibly smooth fashion, parting the clouds like an arrow.
Nikki peered out of her window and watched the landscape diminish into the distance. The plane turned slightly and headed out over the Bristol Channel. The view was absolutely breathtaking. Though the morning was bathed in bright sunshine, a low mist hung over the water, shrouding the two bridges that connected Wales and England. The tops of them peeped out through the haze, as if trying to get their bearings and make sure they hadn’t got lost in the night.
When the overhead warning light in the cabin went out, Nikki and Matt loosened their seat belts.
‘Can I get you a drink?’ he asked.
‘A tomato juice would be nice, thanks.’
Matt made his way over to the drinks cabinet. ‘Sure that’s all you fancy? I’ve worked as a barman in my time, so I can do much better than that.’
It was strange, because under normal circumstances there was no way Nikki would have touched alcohol at that time in the morning. But although the trip she was embarking on was essentially a business one, from her point of view, there was a definite slight holiday feeling in the air, so she changed her mind. ‘I suppose I could go for a Bloody Mary.’
‘An excellent choice, madam.’ While mixing the cocktail he asked, ‘Would you mind if I joined you?’
‘Not at all.’
It didn’t take him long to blend the necessary ingredients together. He filled two glasses, placed the drinks on a tray, then carried them over to Nikki’s seat. She murmured her thanks, accepted her drink, and then took an experimental sip. She coughed delicately as the concoction took her breath away.
‘I hope it isn’t too strong,’ he said.
‘Not at all – it’s just got a bit more of a kick than I expected.’
‘Ah, that’ll be the magic ingredient,’ he said.
‘Which is?’
‘The one that most people miss out. Can you guess?’
Accepting the challenge, Nikki took another sip from her glass. It was certainly the most complex Bloody Mary she had ever tasted. Her taste buds picked up on all the usual ingredients. However, there was something else: something that had given the blend an extra potency. It was tangy, spicy and quite hot, but not easy to pinpoint. Nikki took a guess. ‘Mustard?’
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��Nope.’
She tried again. ‘Paprika.’
‘No. That’ll be the cayenne pepper you can taste.’
She drank a little more of the mixture, but found it nigh-on impossible to nail down the elusive ingredient. ‘Then I give up.’
‘Horseradish,’ he said. ‘Pure, not creamed.’
‘Is that an addition of your own?’ she asked.
‘No, it’s one of the key ingredients.’
‘According to who?’
Matt’s refined English accent slipped for a second and he lapsed into a Brooklyn drawl. ‘The New York School of Bartending.’
‘Now you are kidding me.’
‘Straight up.’ He drew his right index finger over his chest. ‘Scout’s honour.’
Nikki eyed him dubiously. Given his attire, her companion didn’t look like your typical ex-boy scout. She felt as if her leg was being pulled. ‘You attended the New York School of Bartending?’
‘I’m a man of many talents.’
‘I can imagine,’ she replied, eyeing the bulge in his tight shorts. Deciding it was high time she quizzed him further regarding the outfit, Nikki said, ‘Tell me more about this uniform. You say that all of the staff on the island have to wear it?’
‘It’s a condition of the job.’
‘You don’t feel exploited in any way?’
He looked puzzled. ‘Why should I?’
‘Because it turns you into an object of desire.’
‘Desire is in the eye of the beholder.’
‘Isn’t that beauty?’
‘Two sides of the same coin.’
‘You don’t mind being viewed as a sex object?’
Matt shrugged. ‘It’s up to people how they choose to see me.’
‘Do you think your colleagues feel the same way?’
He considered this carefully before replying. ‘Yes, I think so.’
‘What makes you say that?’
‘Because there’s a waiting list a mile long of potential applicants to join the ranks of the princess’ staff,’ he explained.
‘What’s the vetting procedure?’ she asked.
‘You’d have to ask Roxanna that.’
‘I must say, I do admire your loyalty.’
‘It’s a trait I pride myself on,’ he confessed.
‘So,’ she continued, ‘other than wearing that uniform, is there anything else that Her Highness demands of you?’
‘We’re required to obey the princess’ every wish, and those of the guests she invites to the island.’
Nikki found his response intriguing. ‘Every wish?’
Matt nodded very deliberately.
Nikki decided to put him to the test. ‘OK, stand on one leg.’
He did so immediately.
‘Now bark like a dog.’
Once again Matt obliged.
Nikki giggled. ‘That’s crazy.’
‘They’re the rules,’ he said.
Raising an eyebrow, she remarked, ‘And do you always abide by the rules?’
‘Most of the time.’
A glint lit up her eyes. It was time to push things further. ‘Kneel down on all fours.’ Once again he followed her instruction without question. ‘Now take my shoes off –’ as he reached for them she added a proviso ‘– only you can’t use your hands.’
Matt grinned. ‘Now you’re getting the hang of it.’
To make life slightly easier for him, Nikki crossed her legs and dangled the black stiletto on her right foot towards him. Inching forward on his knees, Matt reached for the shoe with his teeth. Carefully, he dislodged it and managed to pry it off. Nikki looked impressed. Uncrossing her thighs, she cocked her left leg over her right. Once again, Matt tried to take the shoe off with his mouth. For some reason, the left one proved a little trickier and so Nikki waggled her foot around to enable him to get a better grip. Eventually, Matt succeeded and offered the disobedient shoe to her as a gift. After extracting her stiletto from his teeth she patted his head like a dog. ‘Good boy.’
Matt pretended to “woof” obediently.
‘Now kiss my toes.’ Sitting back upon his haunches, Matt lowered his lips towards Nikki’s left foot once more. Delicately, his lips brushed against each toe, then, one by one, he took them in his mouth and sucked them. She closed her eyes, luxuriating in the sweet sensation.
‘Mmm,’ she mumbled. ‘That’s nice.’
‘And madam’s other foot?’
Nikki recrossed her legs and Matt treated her right toes to the same sensuous experience. She looked down at him with an inquisitive expression, causing him to break off.
‘Sorry, is there anything wrong?’ he asked.
‘I was just thinking, you seem to be wearing far too much clothing.’
Picking up on the hint, he said, ‘I could get rid of some if you wish?’
‘What an excellent idea,’ she purred.
After giving her toes one last kiss, he stood up. Looking up at him, Nikki began to wonder if he was as well toned in the flesh as he had been in her dream. Unfortunately, just as he was about to take his jacket off, the overhead light flashed back on and the pilot’s voice came across the airwaves.
‘Hope that everything is going smoothly back there,’ the pilot said. ‘Just to advise you, we may experience some slight turbulence in a minute or two, so be warned. Thanks.’
Nikki’s disappointment was clear as she reached for her seat belt and strapped herself back in. She fully expected Matt to do the same; however, he showed no sign of taking a seat.
‘Didn’t you hear the pilot?’ she said.
‘So?’
‘Aren’t you going to sit back down?’
‘What’s the point in life if you don’t live a little dangerously? It’s only a bit of turbulence.’ He reached for his jacket, then added, ‘You might want to hold on to your drink, though.’
Nikki lifted her glass off the flip-down holder on which it had been resting just as the plane veered sideways. Ignoring the motion, Matt shrugged the jacket from his shoulders. She clapped softly as he discarded it. The plane levelled out as he loosened the bow tie he was wearing. For some reason, the knot got a little tangled into an intricate spider’s web, causing him to struggle with it.
She beckoned him over. He knelt down in front of her. While working at the knot, she was well aware that his eyes were roving up and down her body. His lips were only a matter of inches away. It would be the easiest thing in the world to kiss them. It was at that moment Nikki realised why she had been dreaming about him. It was obvious, really. She fancied the pants off him. Though she wasn’t 100 per cent certain, she had the distinct feeling that the attraction was mutual.
As the knot came undone, Nikki told herself not to be so silly. It wouldn’t do to arrive at the island and confess to Roxanna that she had fallen for one of her staff. So she curbed her desires, discarded the bow tie, and allowed the striptease to continue.
Matt stood up, then went to work on the buttons on his shirt. With a stripper’s expertise, he popped the buttons one by one, never once breaking eye contact with her as he did so. He soon peeled the material aside to reveal his strong, toned torso.
Nikki was impressed. Though he didn’t have huge muscles like her caveman had, he was certainly trim. He ran his fingers down his chest and over his tight stomach, then brought them to rest at the waistband of his shorts. Nikki’s eyes were firmly fixed on the bulge there, which had grown noticeably more prominent. Just as it seemed that he was going to reveal what he had hidden inside them, at the last second he lifted his right leg and removed his shoe and sock instead.
Nikki pouted her bottom lip in a mock display of disappointment, crossed her arms, and pretended to sulk. ‘Not fair.’
‘All good things come to those who wait,’ he told her. He then took off his left shoe and sock, so that the shorts were the only remaining item on his body. Before slipping them off, he stroked the sizeable bulge that had appeared in the front of them with his right
hand. Nikki watched the hand, transfixed. His strong fingers rubbed up and down until the bulge grew even more and began to twitch around, pressing against the tight material. Suddenly, he whipped off his shorts and his impressive hard-on sprang out. Nikki’s hand shot up to her mouth as she tried to suppress a giggle. It all felt so unbelievably naughty: to be stuck in a private jet high above the Atlantic, being treated to a private striptease. It was all a million miles away from her recently humdrum life.
To her delight, Matt’s cock didn’t disappoint. While it wasn’t quite as long as the one in her dream, it was still a pretty impressive size. It was also deliciously thick. Matt swayed his hips enticingly and Nikki beckoned him to step towards her. He did so obligingly. Nikki reached a hand forward and brushed her index finger against the very tip of his penis. It pulsed and danced around. She then traced it along the length of his cock. As she reached his pubes, she grasped his firm balls. She longed to kiss his dick. To run it around her lips, take it deep in her mouth, then suck him off until he exploded, just as she had done in her dream. Displaying a huge amount of self-control, she fought back the urge. She wasn’t quite as brazen as her dream alter-ego. She was determined not to give in to her desires just yet, at least not until she had found out a little more about what life was like on the island. Letting go of him, a thought crossed her mind as to how she might still be able to indulge in a bit of pleasure without going the whole hog.
‘Would you masturbate for me?’ she asked.
‘With pleasure,’ he replied.
Stepping back, Matt took his penis in his left hand and began to stroke his foreskin, keeping his eyes firmly trained upon Nikki the whole time. She watched fascinated, surprised at how much his performance thrilled her. As his tempo gradually increased, she felt herself growing more and more excited. She imagined him losing control, darting forward, ripping the clothes from her body, and plunging his cock deep inside her. A tiny bead of precome oozed from his penis. Nikki held up her hand. ‘Stop.’
