Island Cultural Center

by Marilyn Foxworthy

  Lisa said, “Brenda, I’m not sure that I caught her last name.”

  Lisa began wrapping the fabric that she had taken from Charlotte’s hips in a way that made it into a dress and wouldn’t require her bikini top. At the same time, Brenda helped me in to my own clothes.

  Brenda said, “It’s Wonder-Bottom.”

  Lisa said, “Charlotte, you do have a beautiful ass. It looked good hanging around Ronny’s waist.”

  Brenda said, “We’ll have to go change before Charlotte and I go to our function.”

  Charlotte said, “Lisa, what would it be like if I…”

  Lisa said, “Go the way that you are? It would be perfect. In fact, I’ll take Brenda to the changing room and we’ll dress her the same way.”

  Charlotte said, “Will you teach me?”

  Lisa smiled and said, “Of course. I’ll change too. Come on. And if you know how to do it, you’ll know how to redo it if something starts to fall off.”

  The girls hurried ahead to the changing room at the pool. I lagged behind and took my time. And then the bugs started to bite and I hurried to catch up; they weren’t as bad near the pool, just on the sand. I waited at a patio chair near the changing room and the girls came out a little later, carrying their clothes. It was agreed that they would stay at the resort and charge anything that they needed to the room, so they didn’t need purses or ID. Of course, Brenda had no way to pay for anything. I hadn’t given any thought to bank accounts yet.

  Brenda took Charlotte by the arm and as they walked away, I heard Brenda say, “So, how was it?”

  Charlotte said, “It was so nice! But I’m practically a virgin and…” and then they were out of earshot.

  Lisa and I watched them go for a few seconds and Lisa said, “So, Roland, I guess your wife has left me in your company for the evening.”

  I said, “Lisa, Sweetie, the games are fun, but not right now. I want you, not a fictitious friend of Brenda’s who is going to seduce me. I didn’t like some of that. Not where you and Brenda were in competition and you were dominating her. It’s fine for you to tell her what clothes to wear. That isn’t a game. It’s fine to play games, but they have to be loving and respectful. I don’t like how it can turn into harsh teasing. When Brenda insisted that you wear panties at breakfast, that was just right. It wasn’t insulting or humiliating. Oh, that’s it. I don’t like humiliation. And if anything I ask for or tell you to do sounds, no, feels, humiliating, I want you to refuse to do it. You didn’t humiliate Brenda by having her show you her breasts at the store.”

  Lisa said, “Oh, no! No, I wouldn’t.”

  I said, “I’m not saying be more careful; I’m saying let’s not play games where the idea is to humiliate or anger anyone.”

  Lisa said, “Like telling her that I’m going to take you away from her and make her sleep in a single bed.”

  I said, “Yeah. I know you didn’t mean it, but that was ugly. And if that was the way that any of us were, I wouldn’t want any part of it.”

  Lisa said, “I’m so sorry. I will be more careful when we play.”

  We started walking slowly back toward the elevators and Lisa said, “But Roland, Brenda kind of gets off on it. Um, so do I.”

  I said, “I know. And I do too when it is right. I don’t think she got off on being told that you would make her sleep alone.”

  Lisa said, “She told me about your playtime where she told you that you should make me your pet and that I could sleep at the foot of the bed. But, I guess that wasn’t the same, was it? None of that was meant to humiliate me.”

  I said, “Well, she didn’t say that she was going to force you to sleep at the foot of the bed. She was pretending that we had a very small bed and she was trying to find a way to include you in it.”

  Lisa tightened her grip on my arm and whispered, “I don’t mind the idea of playing a game where I’m your pet.”

  I said, “Oh?”

  She said, “No. I kind of want to try that. As a game. There has to be a chain of command right?”

  I said, “If that’s how you want to look at it.”

  We came to the suite and I unlocked the door and then scooped Lisa into my arms and carried her inside. Going straight to the bedroom, I set her down and opened the glass door to the part of the balcony that had been sectioned off for the hot tub. I turned off the light in the room so that we would have more privacy, even though it was probably impossible to see us, except from a passing boat with powerful binoculars.

  Lisa excused herself and told me that she’d be out in a minute and that I could go ahead and get in the tub without her. When she reappeared, I was sitting in the hot water, facing the door to the suite. Charlotte stepped out wearing the wrap around her waist now, her breasts exposed to the night air.

  There was just enough moonlight to show how very beautiful she was. Lisa was no sculpted goddess, but she was a woman. A very lovely woman. As she moved, I caught illuminated glimpses of the firm nipples at the tops of her breasts.

  She whispered, “Roland, are you there?”

  Apparently, her eyes weren’t adjusted to the darkness and I was sitting too low in the shadows for her to see me clearly. I stood slowly and waited for her to come to me. She undid the wrap at her waist and laid it aside and I moved to take her hand and help her into the tub. As Lisa stepped over the side, she turned toward me and I found my face very close to her pubic area. I gave her a quick kiss on the laser-smooth skin above her mound and was sorely tempted to stick out my tongue and lick a bit lower. Lisa surprised me by pulling my head closer and thrusting slightly in my direction. I took that as a sign to go ahead and do what was on my mind.

  Pushing out my tongue, hitting her just above her vulva and then downward over the top, I rubbed the fleshy flat part against the covering of her sexual pearl. Thinking of that pearl, I suddenly felt a great affection for all things ‘pearly’. Lisa liked it. Lifting her left leg and resting it on my shoulder, she opened herself for even more exploration from my lips and tongue.

  I hadn’t intended to jump in quite so quickly. But this was working, so I went with it. Leaning back with my head against the side of the tub, I encouraged Lisa to swing around facing me and lower her groin over my chin to where I could comfortably kiss her for an extended session of oral loving.

  In this position, I took my time. I’d never had as much chance to really taste and feel a woman this way before. I had always been interested, but my first wife wasn’t into it. The few times that we did practice this way, she got very aroused, but there always seemed to be a shame associated with it for her. I had no idea why, except that she grew up in a prudish environment and felt that there was something ‘dirty’ about it. It seemed that neither Brenda or Lisa had that hang-up. Keeping this up, listening to Lisa’s body movements and her moaning, I kept her in a mid-level arousal for quite a while. I didn’t tease her outright, but I didn’t want this to end until I was ready. The way that I went about it, she felt that her arousal kept building without getting so close to climax that she was frustrated if it didn’t come to her immediately. This was neither a race nor a marathon. This was a long massage leading to a highly satisfying release of bodily tension. At least that’s what I was going for.

  She tasted sweet. Not sweet, as in sweet, but sweet as in really nice. There was a hint of another flavor that I assumed to be lubricant a bit farther in. There was no unpleasantness to it at all.

  I was staying near the surface, playing along the sides and creases and folds of her delicate petals and polished bulges. Eventually, I sensed that it was time and I quickened and intensified my licking and flicking and Lisa climaxed wetly. My chin was already dripping with her juices, but a bit more was added as she convulsed, crushing my head to her crotch with her hands at my ears, pulling me against her.

  As she relaxed, I slid her down into the water and held her in my lap.

  After several minutes catching her breath, she said weakly, “That was sure nice.”
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br />   I hugged her body, my arms around her chest, her breasts pressing against my arms, and said, “I thought so too.”

  She was sideways on my lap.

  She said, “Whoa, is that your penis I’m sitting on?”

  I said, “I hope so. But if it isn’t bothering you, don’t think about that yet.”

  Lisa wiggled her bottom on my lap and snuggled against me.

  Chapter 21 - Bathing

  We stayed like that for a long time. I don’t know how long. But at some point, I found myself with my hand between Lisa’s knees, stroking the insides of her thighs and occasionally her sex.

  Lisa cooed, “Oh, Ronny, I’m so happy. You can do anything you want, do you know that?”

  I said, “Anything like what?”

  She said, “Sex is important to you, right? And we have already shown that absolutely anything is OK for us. So it’s all open and free for the taking.”

  I said, “What do you mean?”

  Lisa said, “OK, well, missionary is totally obvious. Do that whenever you want. I saw you do that with Brenda, but it was as good as if it was me. Anytime you want on top, go for it. We’ve done that already in a sense. And having me on top is a no-brainer. It’s just the same, but rolled over. Hey, play with my boobs.”

  I moved my hands into a different position and started fondling her in the water.

  She said, “OK, now that’s done. My boobs are totally in bounds and in play now. And my pussy, obviously. You’ve had your fingers and mouth on me and I love it. You had me on my knees that first time, after our beach wedding, so any rear-entry stuff is on the menu anytime you want it. What else. Oh, standing. Brenda said you nailed her against a wall in the entryway, so that’s a checkbox out of the way. Oral is lovely and I can’t wait to reciprocate. So, everything is a combination or variation of those things, right? So all our bases are covered and we can do whatever we want without worry. And since you took your time with me tonight, but acted like a ravenous beast before, and both were great, we’ll do either whenever the mood strikes either of us. I don’t think there’s anything left.”

  A few seconds went by and she added slowly, “I don’t think I’d be into anal.”

  I said, “I don’t think I would either. I mean, it’s fine if people are, but I don’t think that’s for me.”

  Lisa said, “But when we were in the ocean, you did kind of touched me and…”

  I said, “You enjoyed my finger touching you?”

  She said, “Well, yeah, I kind of did.”

  I gently reached my right hand between Lisa’s legs and started rubbing the little spot between the bottom of her vagina and her anus, focusing on the area between, not on, either one. Lisa immediately arched her back and raised up so that she pushed against my hand.

  She cried out, “Oh fuck! Yes!”

  I laid my hand over her, rubbing the heel of my palm on her clitoris and worked her lower spot with my middle finger. Lisa came hard, bouncing and splashing as I held onto her firmly, not backing off at all. Her orgasm never got a chance to end. A second convulsive climax followed immediately upon the heels of the first, and then a third rushed at her before that one had passed. With my left hand under her head, I lifted her to my lips and pushed my tongue into her mouth, reaching for her back teeth and the soft palette in front of her throat. And then there was no way to count what was happening. She lie in a state of continuous orgasm and it wasn’t until she began to lose the ability to control her muscles that I began to ease up on the stimulation.

  Taking my hand away from her pubis, I cradled her in my arms and held her against my chest.

  I whispered, “Lisa, I love you. I’ll always love you. Thank you for choosing me. I know that none of us had any other choice, but thank you. That a woman like you would choose me is more than I deserve.”

  Lisa hadn’t been in much of a state to respond, but at that, she said, “I woman like me? Did you hear the story of my background? Homeless, alone, destitute, desperate, suicidal?”

  I said softly, “I heard that was what you used to be. You didn’t hear about me though. A driven jerk who used people to get ahead in business, with no real friends, who didn’t know how to truly love or treat a wife, or even how to like myself.”

  She said quickly, “But you aren’t like that now!”

  I said, “No. At least I hope not. The years have changed me. I’ve studied hard.”

  She said, “A school of hard-knocks, huh?”

  I said, “No. The hard-knocks are what softened me up to find the school I really needed. A humanity. A mindful lifestyle. A truer self. A fuller expression. A more evolved manhood.”

  Lisa said, “Roland, do you need me?”

  I said, “That’s not a simple question. Yes, I do, No, I don’t. The point is not whether or not I need you, the question is whether or not I will be a better person with a richer life when you are with me.”

  She said, “And?”

  I said, “And I will. And you may or may not need me. In many ways, you don’t. You were fine before. But you will be happier and more fulfilled and find an expansion of life in the arms of companionship and otherness.”

  She said softly, “Oh, that’s true. I would have been OK. But when the door opened for me, I had to rush in. Because paradise was on the other side. Roland, do you really love me?”

  I said, “I can’t answer that for you. I can tell you that I do, and that is the truth, but you have to find the answer as to whether I love you the way that you want to be loved.”

  She said happily, “OK. But sex, right?”

  I laughed and said, “Sex?”

  She said, “It’s important, right?”

  I said, “Yes. That part is indisputable. Sex is important. And if you are wondering if the sexual part of our relationship is good enough for me, Babe, it exceeds my wildest dreams.”

  She said, “Mine too!”

  I kissed her on the mouth and she rested in my arms.

  Lisa said, “Beloved, do you want to move inside? To the bed? I used a lot of lube. It hasn’t all washed away.”

  I said, “No, I want to look out at the bay for a bit. Come here.”

  I sat her up and the two of us went to the side of the tub nearest the ocean and leaned our elbows on the edge and looked at the water and the moon.

  Lisa said, “It’s lovely.”

  I said, “It really is.”

  My real desire wasn’t to look at the ocean at all, though. Reaching behind Lisa, I cupped her sex and lifted her so that she was standing in the tub, bent over and leaning on her elbows, with her ass above the waterline. She got the impression that I was going to play with her again and she happily adjusted her feet to give me a space for my fingers. I stood up and got behind her, rubbing her back and the cheeks of her butt, leaning my thighs against her with my crotch pressed tentatively to her backside. Playing with her this way did exactly what I wanted and my erection grew hard. The pill that Charlotte had given me was a wonderful helper.

  Taking my shaft in my hand, I ran it up between Lisa’s legs and parted her lips with the tip. When I felt the opening and the slickness of the lube at the head of my cock, I thrust forward, slowly and gently.

  Lisa might not have been expecting it. She squeaked and moved forward, but I held her hips and followed her until her thighs pressed against the edge of the tub. The way that she’d moved, her back was arched and her arms were stiff, her beautiful mammary fruit hanging deliciously from her chest. I picked one with my right hand, squeezing it to test its firmness, ripeness, and juiciness. She didn’t speak.

  Neither did I. But I did start a slow rhythm, rocking in and out of her, filling and freeing, gently stretching and relaxing her vagina as it loosened and elongated the way that an aroused woman does during lovemaking.

  At first, it was me, pushing in, fondling her tit, pulling at her raspberry nipple, driving the head of my cock against the walls of her tunnel. But soon it was Lisa, clenching on me, shifting her hips
side to side, tilting them up and down, gyrating in a dance of sexual oneness with me. It was wonderful. But I’d learned a lesson earlier. With Brenda. Standing for too long was taxing.

  I pulled out, leaving her empty and she gasped and turned her head and tried to shove herself back onto my hardness.

  I said seriously, “Dry off and go to the bed.”

  I turned and stepped out of the tub and grabbed a towel that had been sitting on a small table beside us. I didn’t wait for Lisa as I headed inside, drying myself as I went. I wanted her to want to follow me.

  I folded my towel to a relatively dry spot and laid it on a pillow to keep my hair from getting it wet and I lay down on my back. Lisa was standing in the doorway, watching.

  I said, “Open the curtains all the way. Let the moon in. And open the door.”

  Lisa quickly pulled the drapes to the side and opened the sliding glass as far as it would go.

  When she turned back me, I said, “Come here.”

  Lisa threw herself across the space separating us but paused at the side of the bed. I lay on my back with my post in the air and waited. Lisa took the hint and climbed slowly across my body and looking at me as if she had to make sure that she had permission, she moved her leg over me and held me in place while she lowered herself onto my lap, my shaft buried in her wet treasure. She certainly didn’t need permission to make love with me; she wanted permission to take initiative.

  She wiggled for a minute with her eyes alternately closed or looking at me for direction.

  She whimpered, “What do you want me to do?”

  I said hoarsely, “Fuck me!”

  Lisa looked like she just been asked for the impossible. As if she had no idea how to do what I had told her. Suddenly, I thrust my hips upward and pierced her more deeply. She grunted and started to fall forward onto my chest, and then I relaxed and her hips fell downward and she was rammed again when she landed.

  From there, she went into action, letting her body take control of her movements. She leaned hard against me, her knees bent and her hips thrust hard backward on my cock. She pulled herself forward, ramming hard as she rocked back and forth. She lifted her chest and arched her back and I played with her tits roughly. Twice, she stiffened and convulsed, as if she were having a seizure, grunting or moaning. She yelled a few words along the way, but none were really intelligible.