Happy to be away from what could have been our crash site, I accept his offer and we head towards the line of palm trees, ignoring the murmured questions following us.
We break through the palms. Ahead of us is the blue ocean, lapping at white sand. The sight takes my breath away.
“I know we weren’t supposed to be here, but it sure looks like we’ve landed in paradise.”
Will stops walking and turns to me. “The only thing I can see here is you.”
My eyes widen in surprise, but I step toward him. He takes me by the shoulders and pushes me up against the trunk of a palm tree. Its rough bark scrapes my back, but I don’t care. His mouth is on mine, kissing me hard and I kiss him back, my tongue seeking his, our hot wet saliva mixing.
My hands are all over him, running over the muscles in his broad back.
Will’s hand trails from my shoulder, over my collar-bone and down to my chest. He squeezes my left breast, his fingers tweaking my hard nipples, sending a thrill through my whole body, converging between my thighs.
I certainly didn’t see this one coming.
Without speaking, Will gets to his knees in front of me, lifts my skirt and pulls my panties to one side. His hot tongue makes contact with my sensitive clit and I take a sharp breath. Has anything ever felt so good?
My legs tremble beneath me as his tongue delves deeper, separating my folds with a couple of strong licks. Then he is inside me, his muscular tongue thrusting deep in my pussy.
I close my eyes, my head thrown back against the palm. His wet tongue slipping in and out of me fires every nerve ending, sparking the heat of ecstasy through my whole body, making my head swim. I don’t know how much longer I can stay standing without my legs buckling.
As much as I don’t want him to stop, I need him to before I fall down.
Will senses my need and gives my clit a couple of flicks before pulling away.
“You taste so good,” he says, smiling up at me. “Like honey.”
I sink to my knees to join him and kiss his mouth, tasting my own musk. I pull at his white shirt with the lapels. It’s a shame to say goodbye to the hot uniform, but I’m eager to get to the even hotter body beneath.
His chest is as beautiful as I thought it would be, little curls of hair adorning the curve of muscle. I trail kisses across his skin, stopping to flick my tongue over his nipples.
Will’s hand supports the base of my spine and he lays me back on the grass.
“Let me look at you,” he says.
With my panties long gone, he splays my thighs and pulls the lips of my pussy apart, exposing my wet slit and making the hard nub of my clit pop forward. I’ve never been so pleased that I remembered to shave down there. He stares at my pussy before lightly running his index finger down my tight hole and pushing in.
Pleasure powers through me and I moan, and close my eyes. But then I realize I want to see what he’s doing to me, I want to see this incredible man finger me. I love the expression of intense concentration on his face as he stares at my cunt and his finger, now slick with my juices, pumping in and out of me.
“That feels so good,” I tell him. His eyes flick briefly to my face and he smiles before turning his attention back to my snatch.
“How about this?” he says, pushing his middle finger in with his second.
I squirm and my pussy tightens on his finger. “Fucking amazing,” I gasp.
“You’re so tight. I love that. How about now?”
He adds a third finger to the mix, so now it feels as if his whole hand is pumping between my folds. Using his other hand, he runs his finger in firm circles over my clit.
My orgasm is creeping up on me, the tightness starting deep in my pussy and spreading in a warm glow outwards, over the rest of my body. My pussy starts convulsing and I can’t watch any more. I have to concentrate on the bliss.
The orgasm wracks my body and my cunt clamps down on his hand. My eyes roll, my toes curl and my head swims with sheer orgasmic delight. I lose focus on everything around me, solely consumed by my own body.
I go limp and he pulls his hand from my pussy, soaking wet.
“Oh, wow,” I say, forcing myself onto my elbows.
“You think that was good, just wait for the main course.”
He unzips his pants. His cock is huge and the same coffee color as the rest of him.
Climbing between my legs, he gives his dick a couple of long strokes, then wraps his fingers around its base and guides it toward my wet cleft. I take a deep breath as his thick length splits my entrance and my passage grips him tight.
Will holds himself over my body and drives deep into me. I lift my hips to meet his, my legs wrapping around him, my heels digging into the hard muscles of his back, pushing him on. He curls his back and lowers his head to my breast, taking one of my nipples in his mouth and sucking as he thrusts inside me.
His excitement mounts; I can tell by the concentration on his face and by the way he is no longer able to suck my tits or kiss me. Instead, he buries his face in my neck and I grab his bare shoulders, my nails digging into his skin.
Our flesh slaps together, and the friction builds. Will leans over me enough to make sure the friction is applied to my clit, sending a buzz of sensation through me, making my cunt pulsate against his hard length.
“Oh, god, yes,” he cries as he comes and my own orgasm thunders through me, blurring my mind to everything except the rapture deep inside.
He rolls off of me and onto his back in the sand. I prop myself up on one arm and look into his gorgeous face. He blinks at me, sleepily, and I lean down and kiss his full lips.
“So when do you think we’ll be rescued?” I ask.
He pulls me down on top of him and kisses me back. “Too soon.”
My tongue finds his and as I feel his dick hardening beneath me again, I wonder if maybe I have crash landed into paradise.
Ice Bound
Lori reached down and tugged at the laces of her studded hiking boots until they pulled tight around her feet. Wearily, she lifted her feet, feeling the heavy weight of the boots. Her muscles already ached from the previous day’s horseback riding and once again, she wondered what made her choose this vacation.
Except, she knew exactly why she wanted to come here instead of one of her usual destinations. Her whirlwind tour of New Zealand had been booked after a hard break-up with her boyfriend of a year. He’d told her a few home truths about her inability to step out of her comfort zone and said that he couldn’t be with someone so predictable.
So now, here she was, standing at the base of the Franz-Joseph glacier, on the South Island of New Zealand, preparing herself to hike to its summit.
She had to admit, she was more of a ‘cocktails by the pool’ kinda girl. This two week trip around the South Island, together with squeezing in as many high energy and slightly terrifying activities had been her way of biting her thumb at her ex.
Behind her, the mini-van full of tourists slowly emptied out as each one grabbed their things, ready for the hike. Everyone else seemed to have someone with them—friends, or boyfriends or girlfriends. Only Lori was by herself and the sense of isolation made her feel awkward and embarrassed.
A separate black SUV drove up the expanse of bare wasteland at the foot of the glacier, pulling up beside them.
Lori looked up to see the driver door crack open and strong calves, ending in the same sort of boots she wore, step out of the vehicle. Her gaze traveled up past the legs to admire a narrow waist and broad shoulders. He had a wide mouth full of straight white teeth and green eyes. His head was topped by a cap, but she could see spiral curls of dark hair looping from the bottom.
“G’day, guys,” he grinned. “The name’s Blake. We sure got a nice one to hike a glacier.”
He was right. A bright blue sky hung above them and only a few fluffy clouds marred its perfection.
Though a warm sun shone down, it was the start of the winter season and they’d had snow only
a few days earlier. The bright weather had melted most of it, but the snow on the glacier took longer to melt.
“Don’t worry, guys. I’m fully trained in mountain rescue. Not that I plan on losing any of you today. And if I did, it would be a first.”
They all laughed politely.
Lori picked up her heavy feet and followed the rest of the group. A flatbed of stones and rocks led up to the foot of the glacier. She picked her way across the rubble and looked up at the huge expanse of ice ahead of her.
What the hell was she thinking?
She didn’t want to look like a total wimp in front of the hot guide, so she powered on ahead, ignoring her aching thighs.
The glacial ice was clear and blue in color. She could hear it creaking and cracking under foot as the glacier moved, heading down the slope, so slowly they could not feel it.
Her shoes started to rub and her thighs ached, but turning around and facing away from the glacier, there was no denying the scenery was stunning—the flawless land stretching miles ahead.
However, she struggled to appreciate its beauty, especially when she had the muscles of their guide to distract her. His strong calves flexed as he strode his way up the ice, his shoulders and biceps rippling beneath his plain t-shirt as he used the ice pick to choose his path. And then there was that ass. Man, she’d like to sink her teeth into that ass!
Lori smiled at the thought. She bet every woman here thought exactly the same thing, even the ones with their boyfriends hiking beside them.
The ice rose in formations, creating narrow tunnels and fissures. Ahead of them an ice alley cut through the glacier, the walls smooth and slick either side. Blake headed up the group, leading the way and the group formed into a single file line behind him. Lori was pleased to end up just behind their leader, giving her the perfect view. The ice rose around them and they squeezed their way through.
When they popped out of the other side, they were faced with a deep cave burrowing into the ice. Natural daylight lit the first few feet, but the rest disappeared into darkness.
Blake turned to face them, clapping his hands together. “You guys want to go in and explore?”
Lori looked at him. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, no worries. We do it every trip.”
Not wanting to look like a wimp, Lori carefully stepped across the ice and into the cave. Its walls curved around her and she headed deeper.
Suddenly the ice cracked around her, the ground trembling beneath her feet.
“Out!” Blake shouted. “Everybody out!”
Lori froze. Debris dropped from the roof and she ducked, her arms over her head. The ear-splitting crash of tearing rock and ice pounded on her ears, as if the whole world was cracking around her. Then part of the roof just ahead of her collapsed, ice and rock dividing her from both the entrance and the rest of the group.
Oh shit.
The shaking stopped and Lori uncurled. Dust caught at the back of her throat and she coughed.
Little spears of daylight jutted through gaps in the fallen rock, so at least she wasn’t in total darkness. Nevertheless, the black depth at her back pressed upon her and claustrophobia nipped at her neck.
“Hey!” she yelled. “Someone help me!”
“Are you okay?” a voice shouted back and she recognized the strong accent of their guide.
“Yes, I’m alright,” she called back, her voice weak and noticeably shaken. “Just get me out of here!”
“I am, don’t worry. The fall wasn’t as bad as it looked.”
She hoped he was right, cause it looked pretty damn bad to her.
Scrabbling sounds came to her and another mini-rock slide crumbled down the wall.
“I’ve got to start near the roof!” he shouted to her. “What’s your name?”
“Lori,” she sniffed. “Please hurry.”
A spot of light near the top of the rubble appeared and gradually grew.
Oh, thank God.
Why the hell had she booked this vacation? She could have just as easily had a week in the Caribbean and gone home with everyone commenting on her tan. Instead, she was stuck in a cave with every muscle in her body aching and blisters on her feet. Right now, even the hot guide digging her out wasn’t going to make up for it.
But within a few minutes the young, rugged face appeared through a gap in the rocks.
“Hang in there,” he said. “Won’t be long now.”
His strong, rough hands pulled at the shattered stone and ice, until there was a gap big enough for her to crawl through. He reached a hand through and beckoned to her.
“Come on. You’ll have to climb the first bit, but go slowly and carefully. You don’t want to pull the rest of it down.”
Lori took a deep breath and started to climb. Her heavy boots started mini landslides down the slope, but the rest of it held firm. She reached up and Blake grabbed her hand, half pulling her the rest of the way up to the hole. His face was only inches from hers and she was struck by his good looks, her heart beating even faster.
He pulled her through and out to safety and the bright light of the day. The rest of the group burst into spontaneous applause.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, concern furrowing his already rugged features. “You’re not hurt anywhere?”
She shrugged. “A few bruises from falling rocks and I still have blisters on my feet and my whole body is aching from this stupid vacation, but otherwise I’m fine.”
“I’m so sorry you had to go through that. It’s never happened before. There must have been a small earthquake. I guess we need to call it an end to the hike.”
Lori almost sagged in relief. “Yes, please.”
He put his arm around her to support her and they started their way back down the glacier. She was aware of the heat from his body, the curve of his bicep, the hard muscle of his chest.
At the bottom, the coach waited for them.
“Come with me,” he said, motioning to his SUV. “I feel responsible. I can’t just pile you on a coach and hope you’re okay.”
“I’m fine,” she said again, “but just so you know, I do hold you responsible.” She added a little smile, only half-kidding.
“It’s never happened before,” he said, chagrinned. “But these days the ice seems to be moving so much faster and half the world is falling apart because of natural disasters. I should have been more careful.”
He appeared so crestfallen; she reached out and put her hand on the back of his. He looked up, into her eyes.
“You weren’t to know,” she said. “It was just an accident.”
He nodded. “Where are you staying?”
“Kiwi Motel,” she said.
“I know it.”
Blake started the vehicle and drove the short distance into town, pulling up outside the motel.
Lori started to climb from the vehicle, the movements making her wince.
“I can do something about that, if you’ll let me,” Blake offered. “I’m trained in sports massage. I guarantee you’ll feel one hundred percent better.”
She shivered at the idea of having this man’s hands on her skin.
“Sure,” she said, almost squeaking.
“Okay, I live just around the corner. I’ll be ten minutes. Make yourself comfortable.”
Lori flew around the room, picking up spare items of clothing and throwing them in her case. Quickly, she stripped off the dirty clothes she was wearing and pulled on a clean pair of pants and a t-shirt.
A knock on the door signaled his arrival, and with a thumping heart, she opened the door. Blake stood holding a bag and on seeing her new outfit said, “You’re going to need to wear a lot less than that if you want me to make a difference.”
Her nipples hardened, blood rushed to her lips and cheeks. Did he want her to get naked?
But she wasn’t someone to pass up on this opportunity.
He saw her blushes. “It’s okay, use a towel to cover yourself.”
> Nevertheless, she still felt hugely exposed. She went into the bathroom and stripped off once again, keeping her panties and bra on, and then wrapped herself in the towel.
Trying to hide her embarrassment, she didn’t look at him as she headed toward the bed, but she saw he had set out a number of bottles beside the bed, containing (she assumed) massage oils.
“How do you want me?” she asked.
“Lie face down.”
She did as she was told, lying on her stomach, her arms on either side of her head. Awkwardly, she reached around and pulled the towel over herself, just so it covered her ass.
The bed sank slightly as he sat on the edge. She felt his movement as he bent to pick up one of the bottles and then warmed the oil between his hands. His strong palms enveloped her right calf and pressed down, with firm, stroking motions towards her foot. The massage was firm, almost painful on her sore muscles. Pleasure waves shocked through her and she buried her face in the bed.
The balls of his thumbs worked the sensitive skin on the instep of her foot and she cringed, hoping he didn’t notice the blisters.
He moved onto her other leg, repeating the process.
“Do you mind if I straddle you? It’s easier to reach your back.”
Her heart rate went up a notch. “Not at all.”
Blake straddled her calves and turned his attention to her thighs. He squirted more oil on his hands and ran his oiled fingers along their length, easing all the sore and tired muscles. His hands traveled right to the tops of her thighs, barely skirting her buttocks. His thumbs massaged the insides of her thighs, only an inch from her pussy and she had to stop herself from groaning in pleasure. She was sure she was already wet, creaming her own thighs, certain he would feel it.
She hoped he would reach higher, but disappointingly, he removed his hands from her skin before scooting up her body, his strong fingers coming to rest on her shoulders.
“You’re going to have to lose the bra,” he said. “Is that alright?”
“Yes,” she said, trying to sound nonchalant.
Quickly he unclipped her, pulling the straps from her shoulders so they lay on the tops of her arms.
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