Date: Tue, 16 Oct 2012 19:46:14 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: A Cocktale for Sherry. Part One.

    This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments,
good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

    Part One.

  I hate to fly. Well not hate really but more of being apprehensive having
once been shot down when flying over Viet Nam. I was only there on behalf
of my newspaper, me being a journalist, looking for some inside stories
from some of the men fighting out there. I had boarded a Grumman OV-1
Mohawk that was going out on a photographic mission along with two other
journalists plus the crew. We had taken off from Da Nang and flew north. We
were not that far really over North Viet Nam when we were hit by ground
fire that took out our starboard engine.

  As soon as we had been hit, the pilot sheared off to the right taking us
very quickly out over the sea, losing height at the same time. A crewman
shouted to us above the noise that it would be better that if we had to
ditch, the sea was the best place as there were quite a few friendlies out
there to pick us up. As it happened, the pilot managed to keep the plane
flying until we could turn back towards land now being below the
demarcation line.

  It was a harrowing experience that I wouldn't have liked to go through
again for we also had to crash land as some of the ground fire had disabled
our landing gear. We were lucky to survive that pancake as we bounced
several times before coming to a sliding stop with us all still alive and
not injured. This memory has stayed with me though I still get a touch of
the jitters every time I fly, thinking of what had happened nearly twenty
years ago.

  I was now a free lance journalist, not tied to any newspaper and I had
just spent the last two weeks here in the Bahamas for a rest and the boring
part now other than my dislike of flying was that many a day was wasted by
spending so much time waiting after checking in to the actually time that
the flight was to take off.

  We had been called to our departure lounge where we had another long
waiting time and I eyed a sweet young thing there and wondered if she would
be seated next to me. But alas, no, my luck was out for when we did finally
get to board our plane, I found that next me was sat a mid-fortyish woman
who was, well, Junoesque I think is the polite word.

  She told me her name was Sherry as we chatted and she seemed very nice.
I told her that my name was Jerry and I commented on her tan and she
confided that she was returning from a vacation at a clothing optional
resort in the Bahamas.

  Blow My Mind.

  Suddenly she looked a lot less matronly and I felt my interest rising and
had to wriggle about a bit against the seat belt to make myself more
comfortable.  I felt the plane begin to taxi as I asked her more about her
vacation.  She told me that she was a widow and had spent the last two
years caring for her husband who finally died of cancer.  This was her
first vacation in many years due to his illness and on the recommendation
of a friend, had chosen Lyon Airlines.

  We were interrupted by the Pilot on the intercom where instead of his
usual announcement of flight altitude and ETA, he informed us that there
was a mechanical problem and that we would be returning to the gate. This
made my heart flutter but at least we were still on the ground with this
being noticed. By the time we were back at our departure gate, he had told
us that the repair would take overnight and that an Airline Representative
would meet us at the head of the gateway to arrange transfers or hotel
accommodation.

  `I hate to fly,' I said to Sherry. `I am going to ask for a hotel and
take a much needed night off and eat a good meal.'  She looked at me for a
moment as I vented then said. `That sounds like a good idea. Want company?'

  I now took more notice of her, taking in her face first, without a
blemish, a cute button nose, a generous mouth with kissable lips, eyes, two
of them thank God, light blue with maybe a shade of green and how they
twinkled! She had a fairly slim figure and guessed about five eight
weighing in around a hundred pounds, fine looking legs that were as sun
tanned as her face. All this I took in at a glance and only took a second
or two and with my eyes now coming back up to her face, saw that she had a
lovely smile too and the eyes twinkled again as she guessed that I had
given her a good looking over.

  `Sure,' I replied. `I hate eating alone and to sit opposite such a lovely
looking lady would please me no end.'

  `Flatterer,' she said still smiling as she unclipped her seat belt and
moving out into the aisle. I quickly followed her as we joined the other
passengers as we all trooped back off the aircraft and into the departure
lounge to take our turn in speaking to the Airline Representative, an
attractive young woman that I would have chatted up if it hadn't been for
Sherry next to me. I'm damn sure she was a mind reader for she put her arm
into mine as if to say to the rep. that this man is mine.

  `Yes sir, ma-am? An alternative flight or an hotel for the night?' she
asked, noting the look in my eye and the arm of Sherry almost hugging me.

  `Hotel please, for the two of us. I'm fed up with this airport already,
and would rather have a daylight flight than a night one.'

  `Certainly sir,' she said as she wrote of a card and handed it to
me. `The Hilton. There is a bus waiting for those that choose the
hotel. Have a pleasant evening.'

  `We intend to,' said Sherry, surprising me with her choice of words. We
left the terminal and found the hotel's bus waiting in a no parking
zone. There were four other people aboard and a few minutes later another
two joined us followed by the rep.

  `That's it,' she said to the driver and gave us all a wave as she got off
and the door was closed with the bus then taking us to the hotel. It didn't
take but a few minutes before we were there and were greeted by the hotel
staff where we signed in and were given our keys and found that we had
adjacent rooms. We took the elevator with the others and found that we were
all on the fourth floor.

  We stopped by the door of her room.

  `Well I'm for a shower though I'll still have to wear what I'm wearing
now with my suitcase still on the plane,' she said.

  `Meet you down in the bar in, say, twenty minutes?' I said.

  `Good idea, I could do with a drink,' she said with a smile as she opened
the door and went in. A shower was a good idea for I needed one as well to
cool myself down.

  I got down to the bar just before Sherry and asked her what she would
like to drink. `A gin and tonic please Jerry.'

  `A gin and tonic and a bourbon with ice,' I said to the barman. I took
the drinks and led her to a vacant table and sat down, handing her the gin
glass.

  `Cheers,' she said as we clinked glasses. `Now tell me something about
yourself.'

  `Not much to tell,' I began after taking a sip of my drink as she did
too. `I'm a free lance journalist, travelling wherever there might be a
story that a newspaper would buy.'

  `There can't be much news out here in the Bahamas,' she said.

  `There isn't,' I said with a laugh. `I'm just taking a vacation.'

  `Why aren't you home with your wife?' was the question and a look on her
face that I couldn't fathom.

  `I'm not married. I was once but we got divorced,' I said, hearing a
slight bitterness in my voice.

  `Why? Any children?' her eyes now showing some sympathy.

  `No children. Maybe it was the lack of any with me being away so
often. Maybe they would have kept her occupied, but, it never happened and
so she left.'

  `I'm so sorry,' she said, her hand coming onto my lower arm and giving it
a gentle squeeze. `Let's drink up and have dinner, I'm starving.'

  I couldn't agree more and so we quickly finished our drinks and went off
to the dining room and were shown to a table for two. With it being dinner,
the lighting was low and every table had a candle and a small bowl of
flowers in the centre.

  `Oooh, this is so romantic,' she smiled back up at me as I held the back
of the chair out for her to sit down. I smiled back, glad at being able to
sit down for that smile had really turned me on. It had been a long time
before I'd had a woman smile at me like that and was glad to be offered the
menu to hold up for I was sure that I had gone a little red in the face.

  She asked me to order for her and chose the best that I thought that she
would like and a bottle of wine to go with what I'd ordered, and it was a
lovely meal as was the company. It was a delight to have her sitting
opposite me, laughing at my small jokes and anecdotes of my profession. We
didn't rush our meal and stayed longer at the table than was normal, not
wanting the meal to end. It was only when we noticed that the dining room
was almost empty did we realise just how long we had been in there.

  I rose up from the table and pulled her chair back and took hold of her
hand and we left the dining room. It was a good sign that she didn't let go
of my hand as we carried on towards the elevator and waited for the doors
to open. She smiled up at me and my heart melted as she then gave my hand a
squeeze. The doors slid open and we moved inside and I pressed the button
for the fourth floor. Not a word was said on our short lift upwards and
with it coming to a stop and the doors opening, we moved out and went along
to her room.

  She was holding my right hand with her left and she used her right hand
to get her door key out of her pocket and opened the door and as it swung
open turned to me and spoke in a very low voice.

  `The last time I laid with a man was with my husband, four years
ago. When was the last time you lay with your wife or any other woman?' she
said, and I could see that this was the truth that she told.

  `F...four years and that that was with...with my wife,' I stuttered.

  `Then I think you have as much a need for me as I have for you,' and her
voice went even softer. `Will you stay the night with me?'

  `She...' my throat seeing to be full of stones and I cleared it with a
soft and short cough. `Sherry. You do me an honour, yes,' and she pulled me
into her room and pushed the door closed behind her as I took her into my
arms and kissed her. Her arms came up round my shoulders and pressed her
body up tight to me as we kissed and I could not stop myself from
responding at having her body so close up to mine.

  `You feel like a big man,' she murmured between our kisses. `One that I
need.'

  We moved further into the room going past the bathroom and stopped at the
foot of the double bed where I slowly began to undress her. Her blouse was
easy enough to undo the front buttons and ease if off from her shoulders
letting it fall down her arms for her to slip them out of the sleeves to
then cast it aside. The bra she was wearing, white and in stark contrast to
the sun tanned flesh above and below. The cups were well filled and my
hands went behind to fumble with the clips, it being a long time since I
had done this, but managed to unclip them and have the straps fall loose in
my hands. I pulled them forward and down over her arms and let the cups
fall free and then saw that she had also caught the sun on two perfectly
formed breasts, firm and luscious with rosy red nipples dead centre as they
should be.

  They were that attractive that I couldn't resist in lowering my head and
giving a kiss to each nipple, to take that little bud between my lips and
have a gently suck to feel each one rise up hard as a nut. If the bottom
half was as good as the top, well... I knew she wasn't wearing stockings
and it was easy to release the clip of her skirt to have it fall to her
feet revealing that she wore a pair of lace panties.  Panties that didn't
quite conceal what was between her thighs, a neat bush of pubic hair that
was the same colour of the hair on her head, a lovely one at that.

  I slowly moved down to my knees, kissing her from her breasts downwards,
my tongue weaving a path down past her naval and her stomach until I
reached the hem of her panties. My fingers went into the insides of the hem
and slowly pulled them down from her hips, revealing her pubic hair until
they were clear of her thighs and they whispered their way down her legs
that she slowly stepped out of them, her shoes coming off from her feet at
the same time.

  I rose up from my knees and took her into my arms and we kissed, her
naked body pressing again to my clothed body before breaking apart for her
to start taking my clothes off. The jacket came off easily before she began
unbuttoning my shirt, her hand running up and down my chest her fingers
moving through the sparse hairs that I had there. Her fingers tweaked the
nipples before she bent her head and kissed them and then finished taking
off my shirt.

  It didn't take her long to have the waistband of my trousers undone and
the zipper pulled down. She knelt down to pull them right down and helped
me lift my feet to take them right off, the side of her face rubbing up
against the bulge of my underpants. She smiled up at me as she began to
slowly pull them down, feeling my erection being pushed down at the same
time until it was free for it to suddenly spring up, catching her under the
chin.

  She gazed at it for a moment before looking back up at me, a smile on her
face and saw her lick her lips before lowering her head and taking the head
of my cock into her hot mouth.

  `Oh Christ!' I murmured at feeling the heat and of her tongue moving over
the bare flesh that she'd uncovered by pushing my foreskin down with her
lips as she had taken me inside to a temperature of 98.6 F or 37 Celsius if
that is you what you go by. I'm sure that the heat from my cock was far
higher considering the way the blood was coursing round it, making it throb
and pulsate in keeping with my heart beat that had risen a few notches with
where it was. But I didn't want her this way and so gently held her head
and pulled out of that lovely mouth that I would rather kiss, which I did
when I had gotten her to stand upright. But even having this kiss had our
bodies close up to each other, squashing my vibrating cock between us.

  I'm sure I had felt her own heart beating quite fast, coming through her
breast before I broke of the kiss and eased her backwards until she had no
option but to fall back onto the bed. It was only then that I could see the
full sun tan that she had acquired during her stay here in the Bahamas as
opposed to my own pallid flesh, my last suntan no longer to be seen. She
moved herself to the middle of the bed and giving me that lovely smile
again, she opened her arms as well as her legs, inviting me into both.

  I got onto the bed, my cock swaying with my movement, her eyes flicking
down to see it, giving her cause to once again lick her lips and it was
into her arms I went first. Lying half on top of her, squashing the breast
closest to me and with my hard erection pressed up against her thigh as we
kissed again.

  `Oh Jerry,' she moaned, breaking off the kissing. `It's been so long in
having a man and you have what I need. Please, no foreplay. Give me what
you've got.' I had no argument to this for she was just what I needed too,
a woman wanting me as much as I wanted a woman. It only took a moment to
shift my position to be between her opened legs and no problem of fumbling
or probing for my cock had its own built in radar and homed straight in to
its target and I entered the heat of her body once again, but in the right
place this time.

  She was wet and hungry for a man such as me for I slid in so easily like
a hot knife moving through butter and up until our pubes met and I could go
no further as her legs came up for her heels to come up past my
waist. There had been a gasp from her as I had entered and now there came a
big sigh as we became fully enjoined, her vaginal muscles flexing
themselves along the whole length of my cock as it throbbed inside her. I
knew that I wouldn't be able to last long and didn't realise for a moment
that she couldn't either for she began to move before me, her hips
thrusting up as she began to fuck herself really on my cock and I had only
just begun to move when she gave out a muted cry and I felt her body
shudder beneath me as she had her orgasm.

  It was only with me moving myself in that lovely heat that I really began
to appreciate that I was once again having the ultimate union with a women
and knew that I wouldn't be able to last long, but then neither could she
for when she'd had that orgasm with me being where I was, her fingers had
dug into my shoulders, but now I felt them start to rake my back as she got
near to a second one. I was coming to my peak too and what with her bucking
underneath and me ramming myself in as much as I could get, we both gave
out a cry at our mutual release, her fingers now really breaking the skin
of my back.

  Her thighs were gripping my waist tight as my cock throbbed away as I
gave up all of the semen that my balls had been storing up for this moment,
my cock pulsating away as every surge of my seed that came up to erupt out
of the eye of my penis, sending it to God knows where inside her to fight
against the fluids of her orgasm that was coming from the opposite
direction.

  Our bodies were streaming with sweat and it wasn't just from the warmth
of the room as we came to a mutual halt, both breathing heavily, or panting
I should say, her shining breasts heaving up to my chest, the tight buds of
her nipples seeming to scorch my chest as they moved. Her eyes were wide
open and really sparkled in the light of the room and the smile was
something to see that was far better than those that I had seen
earlier. I'm sure I had a fatuous grin on my face at this pause as her
hands then moved and pulled my head down for yet another kiss.

  `It's almost sacrilege to say this,' she panted after breaking off the
kiss, `but this has been the best yet. Better than what my husband ever
gave me. Oh God,' and I felt her body shake and her head moved from side to
side, `I can't wait until you are ready again.'

  `You were wonderful too Sherry,' was all that I could utter, discarding
most of the superlatives that my mind wanted me to say, really leaving me
rather tongue tied and coming out with that trite response. I struggled
with my mind as what else to say and my mouth took over from the
brain. `Never before,' another stupid thought coming into the mind of
Churchill's wartime speech, mangling it a little, `have I had such an
experience as you have so generously given to me. I can only thank you from
the bottom of my heart.' Trite again, but it had the desired effect for
tears came to her eyes and she pulled my head back down for more kisses.

  It was several minutes before my mind became conscious enough to realise
that my heavy body was fully on top of her, squashing those lovely breasts
and also restricting her breathing. I lifted myself up onto my elbows and
began to pull out, knowing that my cock was now deflating itself and would
have soon slipped out of its own accord. She gave out a little cry as I
began to pull myself backwards, feeling her inside muscles flexing
themselves like mad, trying to hold me there, but my body won and came out
to a rather obscene sucking noise.

  I then moved to one side and virtually fell onto my back, my now much
deflated cock slapping itself against my thigh before slipping down between
my legs, wondering how long would it before I was back up again in a
fucking mode. Sherry moved and moved up onto her side and her hand stroked
my chest for a few moments before speaking.

  `I think you needed that as much as I did,' she said in her soft voice,
`and, well how long do you think before you would be ready again.' Her
voice sounding even softer and I wondered at how many different ways did
she have in being able to change her voice as she had just done? A moot
point, but one to wonder over. Her hand had gone down from my chest as she
had spoken and her fingers were now twining themselves through my pubic
hairs.

  `Now that is a question I cannot answer for it has a mind of its own,'
and this made her chuckle, `but having had a taste of you, I shouldn't be
surprised if it wasn't less than half an hour. So till something crops up,
tell me something about yourself,' I said.

  `Well,' she began, leaning a little bit closer to me so that her breast
was somewhat being compressed against the side of my chest. `It isn't
really ladylike for one to reveal her real age but, as I'm not really very
ladylike, I'm now thirty eight years of age and have...had been married for
ten years to my late husband. It was about three years ago that he fell ill
and being checked over in hospital he was diagnosed as having cancer and
only given two more years to live. I must say that they were the worse
years of my life watching him slowly deteriorate. Losing weight, appetite
and fall into a state of despondency. It was really heart breaking to see
him, to watch him slowly die.' Tears were falling from her eyes and
dropping on my shoulder and I moved and put my arm round her and held her
to my chest as I felt her chest heaving against mine. I stroked her back
until she was able to compose herself to be able to speak again.

  `He...he said, almost his last words to me, was that I shouldn't mourn
and become a straw widow, but just think of him now and again, and of the
fun we had, and...and that I was to look for another man to take care of
me.'

  Bloody hell, that hit me. Was I to become that man? I was now forty years
of age, robust and healthy, but was I ready to take on another woman after
having already been married once before? No answer came to mind for me to
answer her and so just held her as I stroked her naked back. She seemed to
perk up a bit a few minutes later by lifting her head up and laying it down
next to mine on the pillow.

  `What about you?' she asked. `You've already said that you are divorced
and are a free lance journalist. What does that tell me?'

  `Not a lot I must admit. I just travel where I think that there will be
news for me to get a story to sell. It's a living and I do get to see the
world and yet it is a lonely profession.' Now what in hell's name made me
say that to her after what she had just said to me about finding another
man?

  `That you've already told me by me being the first woman since your
divorce. But what are you really aiming at?' her voice now sweet and I
caught a trace of it being slightly cajoling.

  `Well, er, I've never really given it any thought,' I replied, that
really being the truth for I had not made or even tried to construct what I
could or should do with the rest of my life. I then realised that all I did
was amble around the world, sometimes putting myself into real danger when
following up on a war in a middle east country. I know I wasn't cut out to
become one of the paparazzi following pop stars and the current film god or
goddess. Nor did I look for smut that some of the lower moral papers cried
out for. I was not one to dig for dirt or report on human error, foibles or
lack of sense when it came to sex. Sherry soon stopped these thoughts by
giving me more to think about.

  `Jerry? It's not really a woman's place to ask this kind of question, but
do you really have to fly out from here tomorrow? Could you stay a little
longer...with me? There! I've gone and said what I said to myself that it
was a question that I wasn't going to ask. But,' her hand was now fondling
my limp dick and I think responding to her helping hand. `Would...could you
stay for a little bit more of this sunshine and, er, pleasure. Christ! I'm
speaking like a slut now, but speaking like one and being one are two
different things and very, very far apart. Please forgive me.'

  I now moved myself and leaned into her and gave her a kiss.

  `There's nothing to forgive and I would just love to stay here for a
while with you for I have enjoyed your company and...well I like being with
you, especially now that you have aroused me again,' knowing that was cock
was up to its full strength again and pressing itself up tight to her
thigh. `Maybe we could spend a few days at this resort where clothing is
optional and I might be able to get a sun tan as lovely as yours.' This
last part being said as I ran my hand up and down the side of her chest
before leaning further over her and taking the nipple of the nearest breast
into my mouth to suck and nibble on.

  When that nipple was like a little piece of rock, I started to move
myself further down the bed, kissing more of that brown breast, sweeping my
tongue underneath it too, taking in some beads of perspiration. Moving
further down, licking and kissing as I moved, taking a little time for my
tongue to inspect her navel. With my body pressing down on her thighs, she
moved her legs so that I could move myself in between them as I carried on
with my tongue to pass through her pubic hairs until I found the lower lips
that need as much kissing as the upper ones.

  I settled myself down and used my fingers to part the petals of her labia
to give my tongue the space to then rove round the inside and find that
little kernel that was her clitoris. She gave out a groan at the first
touch, feeling her thighs that were against my shoulders give out a tremor
at this touching of the female equivalent of the male penis. With her
trembling at the touch of my tongue as it move round her private parts it
was a definite body shudder and a gasp when my tongue entered her
vagina. This wasn't the first time that I'd gone down on a female but I had
a sneaky suspicion that this was the first time that she had this done to
her and so I gave her the best that I could in really arousing her.

  What surprised me was that, amateur that I believed I was in the art of
cunnilingus, she had an orgasm in the middle of me using my tongue up where
I wanted to put my now really throbbing cock that was being squashed
beneath my prone body. I also suffered after a fashion as she began her
orgasm for her thighs came together and held my head as though it was in a
vice. My ears were covered to stop my hearing and the pressure also forced
my nose right tight into her pubic region cutting off my oxygen.

  It took all of my strength and what oxygen I had left in my lungs to
prise her thighs apart to be able to lift up my head and take in great
gulps of the air that I had been deprived of for nearly two minutes while
she was in the middle of her orgasmic throes. My ears wer now clear to hear
what she was crying out.

  `Now Jerry, now!' she almost screamed. `Put it inside me. Inside me! Fuck
me, fuck me Jerry,' the last being almost a sob. Not only did she want it
for I wanted it too for my cock felt as if it was almost on the point of
bursting itself like a crushed melon it felt that big.

  I was quickly up from between her thighs, wiping my now wet mouth of her
outpouring of her orgasm up on her stomach as I moved further up her body,
feeling my rampant cock finding it own way up the trail of her seeping
fluids and I entered her before I'd even got my elbows firmly planted
either side of that magnificent chest that she possessed.

  What a pleasure it was to once again enter that hallowed hall and have
her body heat as well as the flesh completely surround my cock as it slid
in as far as I could push it and get the feeling of her muscles once more
flexing themselves round my pulsating shaft. I reared up onto outstretched
arms and really gave her my manhood, pushing it in as far as it would go,
our pubes stopping any further entry and then pulling back to the repeat
the process of my fucking of this lovely hot interior of a female body.

  Her legs had come up again in the form of trying to crush and make my
waist thinner with her heels starting to drub my kidneys as she approached
another orgasm once more before I had even gotten into my stride. My body
became rigid as she bucked beneath me, really fucking herself on my cock
that was deep inside her until she gave out a small scream as her back must
have left the bed as she had her orgasm, straining her body up to mine as
she began to shake and shudder before suddenly falling back and going all
limp beneath me.

  I could feel the result for it was oozing itself round my cock and felt
some of it coating my balls with the rest moving down on the inside of her
thighs. So with her now almost comatose, I began again in my moving and
fucking her and after having had at least half an hour's rest, was able to
last that bit more longer in time of moving my cock up and down inside
her. I also teased here by pulling right out so that the head of my cock
could rub itself up against her clit to make her squirm that little bit
more. But I found out that I was only bringing her up to her having a third
orgasm in this one coupling and managed to hold myself back to give her my
sperm at the same time as she came too.

  Christ! I was knackered and had barely the strength to pull myself out of
her to fall onto my back, panting heavily and feeling extremely tired with
the effort I had given out to see that Sherry had the best that I had to
give.

  We had not turned on the bedside lamps and with night having fallen
outside the room was darkness. Not completely for there was still a
filtering of the moonlight coming into the room so that I could see her
naked body alongside me and see as well as feel her hand stroking my
chest. My hand was moving across her flat stomach and I think it was
somewhere along this period of touching each other that we fell asleep.

                                                         *

  I came awake to daylight streaming in the window, feeling Sherry's hand
stroking my morning erection that felt hard and I flexed it as I came to my
senses as to exactly where I was. In bed with a lovely woman that wanted me
to stay a little longer with her, and my mind began saying yes over and
over as I recalled the wonderful night we'd had in our love making.

  `Good morning lover,' she said, her voice soft and melodic as I felt the
hair of her head brush down my chest and couldn't help the gasp as I felt
her hot mouth take in the head of my erect cock. The gasp turned to a groan
as her tongue worked its way under my foreskin and had the tip tease the G
string there. Saliva from her mouth made it easier for her to move it up
and down over the bared flesh and opened my eyes to see her head bobbing up
and down as she sucked and teased me.

  `I'm going to come if you keep that up,' I groaned and knew by saying
that she would stop for me to use my cock to come inside her instead of her
mouth. I was right, for she lifted her head up off of me, letting the air
feel cold over the bared flesh that had just been heated by her own body
temperature. Her tongue moved up my body, stopping briefly at a nipple for
a quick suck before carrying on to kiss me on the lips.

  `As much as I want to taste you, I want you lover, to put it inside me
for I'm already wet in anticipation,' she said with that smile again that I
could now see having opened my eyes. Hers were shining and knew that I
hadn't let her down last night in our couplings by the glow that she
showed. In fact, she seemed to glow all over and I really wanted her body
again and so moved myself up to push her onto her back for me to roll over
on top of her.

  I felt her legs open for my lower body to fall between them as she
mouthed me a kiss as I leaned up on my elbows and found that she was indeed
wet between her thighs, giving my rampant cock a glide path into heaven
which it seemed to be as my cock slid in quite easily until our pubes met
and I had as much as I was going to get, inside her.

  It was another glorious fuck as her legs came up high and gripped my
waist as I ploughed her meadow to make it ready for me to plant my seed,
which caused me to hope that she was on the pill or least out of her
ovulating period. The last thing I wanted at this time was to make her
pregnant, though that wouldn't be that bad an idea my mind said. A thought
which I quickly shook out as it wasn't the time and then wondered if there
would be such a one which led me to ask myself if that is what she
wanted. More food for thought.

  It was her groan and a tenseness of her body that brought me back to
where I was in the middle of fucking her and knew that she was reaching an
orgasm which then became obvious as she began to raise her lower body up to
my now downward thrusts and as she gave out her little scream and began to
shudder and I let loose my sperm to fly up into her and mix with the juices
that she was producing.

  We came to a grinding halt and her legs slipped down from my waist as her
arms came up and pulled me down for us to kiss, my cock still throbbing
inside and felt some of our juices beginning to seep out and slowly coat my
balls.

  `What a man!' she breathed. `I'm glad that I sat next to you and the
plane didn't take off, for I would have missed this.'

  `I'm glad too,' I said, finding that I was panting too and felt her
muscles still moving over my now slowly deflating cock.

  `Do you still want to stay here with me for a while,' Sherry asked.

  `Oh yes. I want to see this beach where I can a sun tan as good as
yours,' I replied.

  `Well we'd better let the airline know so that they can take our luggage
off the plane,' and then added a rider, `and also see if they've got a room
to spare on the island for us.'

  So it was with reluctance that I lifted myself up and felt my cock slide
out of her for me to then get up off the bed and give my body a stretch as
I faced the window, seeing the sea being sparkled by the sunlight.

  `You've got a lovely bum too,' I heard Sherry say as she got off the bed
too and came and put her hands round my waist and felt her lovely breasts
being pressed into my back, her head leaning against my shoulder as she
kissed my back in this embrace.

  `Well let's get this circus on the road,' I said, breaking free from her
arms. `Shower, dress, breakfast and sort out our luggage and hope that the
island does have a spare room. With a double bed,' I tacked on the end with
a smile.

  I would have loved to have had a shower with her, to run the wet cloth
over her breasts and between her thighs, but unfortunately, the shower
provided in the hotel was of the variety that was connected to the bath tap
and you had to stand in the bath to be under the shower rose. She wasn't in
there long before it was my turn, again wishing that it was her hand moving
like mine was over my cock and had to clear my mind for it began to rise up
so turned the tap to cold to shrink me back to its proper flaccid state.

  Fully dressed, we had a quick breakfast before I phoned the airport and
got through to the flight desk of the airline we would have been travelling
with and asked them to have our luggage removed from the plane for us to
collect later as we had changed our minds about flying out this day. The
female I had spoken these words to said that she would see that all was
done, for which I thanked her. I didn't know how to contact the island
hotel and Sherry suggested that we went down to the waterfront where they
had a lounge especially for their clients that wished to go by boat instead
of their small seaplane. They would surely have a phone connection with the
hotel, so that was where we headed.

  It's surprising that with Nassau being quite a large city, most of the
hotels, bars and restaurants are quite close together near the harbour to
where we went. The sun was quite hot and it was nice to get into the
coolness of this lounge and it didn't take long to find out that there was
a vacant room on the island and would be most happy for us to book in for
two weeks.

  Sherry and I had spoken about this on our walk and decided that one week
wasn't enough time for us to really get to know one another properly. I
read this as a us having more sex between us and as I had liked having her,
agreed to the two weeks. We were told that we could go by one of their
boats or go back to the airport where the seaplane was at the time of us
being told of this.

  `It takes ten minutes flying time to the island,' said Sherry, `and forty
minutes by boat.'

  `Well by the time we would take to get a taxi and get to the airport,
it's going to take roughly the same amount of time,' I said. `Anyway, I'd
rather take the boat, how about you? Fly or boat?'

  `Boat. I've been in the plane. It was good, but it would be nice to see
the island from the sea this time,' she said.

  `Island! We keep calling it the island, hasn't it got a proper name?' I
asked as we walked out of the lounge towards when a man was leading us.

  `Of course. It's called Lyon Island. Named after the young woman who had
it built. (Ed. See the book "Francis" in these editions of how she came
about this island.) There's a picture of her and her brother behind the
bar. It's a surprise because they are identical twins,' Sherry said as I
held her hand tight to help her down the steps to where there was a sleek
looking white boat with the name "Wesson" painted on the stern. One of the
boat men took her other hand to help her step over the coaming and into the
boat were she sat down at the rear. The man also took hold of my hand to
steady me as I got aboard to move and sit down next to Sherry. Within a
couple of minutes we were moving out of the harbour and out onto the sea on
the way to two weeks of bliss.

  `Shit!' I suddenly exclaimed as we were now out of the harbour. `Our
luggage is still at the airport! We should have gone by the plane then,
well it's too late now. Maybe we can get someone to pick them up for us.'
She agreed to this and so we sat side by side holding hands as the boat
fairly flew over the water and it wasn't really long before the island came
into sight which excited Sherry, especially as we got close and could see a
sandy beach at the southern end.

  `There's the beach, there!' Sherry cried out, squeezing my hand as she
bounced up and down on our seat. `Oh I can't wait to be back on it,
sunbathing without any clothes on. You'll love it and then we can get you
nice and brown too,' she said with a laugh, and it was a few minutes later
that we came to a stop at a wooden jetty, another local man taking hold of
a mooring rope and tying the end to a wooden bollard. He also helped Sherry
off the boat, me managing without assistance. There before us was a two
storied building constructed entirely out of wood. It was about a hundred
yards walk and up a few steps to the reception desk. All the sides of this
building were open to the light breeze that gently moved through making it
quite pleasant out of the heat from the sun.

  `Hello Mrs. Mason. You only left yesterday but are now back again. The
lounge didn't give me any names, but it is a pleasure to have you back
again,' said the smiling clerk behind the desk.

  `Yes. I didn't expect my husband to turn up,' she said, smiling back at
the clerk. I inwardly cringed and hoped that he wouldn't ask to see my
passport with Sherry saying that I was her husband. All I could do was
smile at the clerk as I took the offered pen and wrote down that I was
Mr. Mason and wife.

  `Your key Mr. Mason. House number three, room B. That's on the right,
ground floor,' he said as he passed over the key. `Mrs. Mason knows the
meal times. I hope you have a happy stay here.'

  `If what Mrs. Mason has already told me of this wonderful island, I'm
sure I will. Oh, I haven't paid for the room or for our stay here,' I said.

  `You can pay later sir. Now one of the boy's will take your bags and show
you to your room,' he said.

  `Ah, now that's a problem,' I said and went on to tell him that our
luggage was still at the airport which he said wasn't a problem and would
have them collected and in our room before nightfall.

  So a boy wasn't needed for Sherry knew the way and we walked round, past
the swimming pool and through the palm trees to where I could then see some
wooden houses not that far really from the big house which held both the
dining room and bar on the lower floor. Sherry told me that the upper rooms
of that big house were for the owner and guests, and the meals were
absolutely fabulous.

  Mind you, so was the room we went into and the bathroom was nearly of the
same size as specifically designed by Francis that it had to be big enough
to swing a cat in. The bed was nice and firm which suited me for I hated
those soft ones.

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