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This is my story. It’s a long tale of love and lust on vacation in the Caribbean, and it’s partly true. The locations are very real but to protect the innocent, and the naughty, some of the names have been changed, but you know who you are! This is not a swinger’s story, but one of leaving home with one woman and returning from abroad deeply in love with another, with a lot of horny interludes in between. If you are squeamish about total uninhibited sexual pleasure between consenting adults and the erotic language that goes with it then go read the Sunday Times, otherwise do please read on, and enjoy. Also, if you are passionate about the “c” word you are going to be disappointed, that’s reserved for seriously inconsiderate motorists, and how can you compare those degenerates with the most delightful part of a woman’s body?
If all holidays were like this one, the world would be a far happier place.
GIRL WITH A PEARL EARRING
“I would never guess where you’re going on holiday Mr Graham.” Although
she was not the most unattractive woman I had seen that day, she wore glasses, her ginger hair was tied tightly with a black comb into a bun, and she wore a frumpy dark brown dress topped off by a loose maroon v-neck sweater, a simple work badge above her left breast declaring her given name to be Lesilia – Head Librarian. The only hint of femininity was the red belt accentuating an apparently slim waist. The single large room was dimly lit and totally lacking in character, so I guess she fitted into her surroundings perfectly.
What I did that day was at the time beyond my comprehension, perhaps it was the alcohol consumed at lunchtime or had I sensed some deeply hidden sexuality within this female? More likely it was just the sheer pent up frustration of the last few months so that any woman looked fanciable that afternoon! Who would have guessed that within four weeks of entering the antique books department of Wimbledon’s Public Library that Wednesday afternoon I would be making love with this woman on a moonlit tropical beach!
A few weeks prior to this my American girlfriend Lisa had deserted me in favour of an apparently longer appendage, taking with her our jointly owned Apple laptop, plus all the photos we had accumulated together, some of them extremely personal. As a Christmas present she had already booked and paid for a Caribbean holiday together in the summer and this very lunchtime we had met up and agreed that if she could hold on to the computer and a few DVD’s I could then keep the holiday tickets, which arrangement eventually proved out to be very rewarding. The first thought that crossed my mind after we parted was that I urgently needed to find another female to occupy her aircraft seat, and of course the holiday bed; the thought of the lack of female company on a beach vacation was very worrying. One did not pick up single girls in the Caribbean, and married ones courted disaster. At least I never succeeded in the rare situations that were available to me.
My principal hobby is photography, specialising in tropical birds (the feathered variety) and flora and about this time I was obsessed with locating a good example of the endangered West Indian Whistling Duck, one of its known habitats being on the island of St Vincent in the Caribbean. Currently without internet access, and little desire for sitting amongst nerds in an internet café, I thus found myself exploring the local library in search of more information and history about this tropical island, and in particular the nearby tiny private resort of Young Island where my holiday was actually booked. I refuse to buy travel books, once put to use they sit on the shelf, catch dust and rapidly go out of date, never to be used again, rather like my first wife!
There were six books on the Windward Islands, and a very old one on St Vincent alone, but nothing on Young Island. I grabbed them all, leaving a conspicuous gap on the shelf, and headed for the checkout. Miss Prim was stamping the next person’s books, her fingers long and straight and heavily adorned with a liberal quantity of gaudy rings, one notable absence being on her wedding finger, the nails were professionally manicured and, out of contrast with her demeanour, painted bright red. I wondered idly if her toenails were red too, a fashion I find most stimulating, especially when the toe in question is between one’s lips! And to top it all she wore pearl earrings and necklace!
She looked up as I passed her my stack of books and smiled, displaying a very even row of dazzling white teeth. Maybe that’s what did it? I am a sucker for beautiful teeth, the polished feel of them as my tongue explores between the woman’s lips. Her delicate hand opened the covers of my books with her rubber stamp poised for action and she glanced up catching me staring at the gentle swelling of her breasts behind that sad looking sweater. I wondered just how much her modest clothing was hiding, suddenly feeling a growing sexual attraction for this strange woman.
“Lovely name” I remarked, my stare hastily lifting from the badge on her breast to her bright green eyes. She frowned for a moment, then smiled again
“I would never guess where you’re going on holiday Mr Graham,” she spoke softly with a faint Irish accent as she passed me my books. It was at this moment that the brain in between my legs went into autopilot and probably changed my life forever, and most certainly not in the direction I expected from this encounter. I smiled back charmingly, oblivious to the customers waiting behind.
“Young Island actually…in the Caribbean” Now totally losing the plot I leant forward conspiratorially and added, “Umm, I have just found out that my ex- girlfriend can’t come, would you like her ticket?”
She obviously thought I was joking because she laughed back “Bloody right to be sure, do we leave tonight?” And almost instantly she realised I was serious and put her hands to her open mouth “Oh! You mean it!”
Before she could retract I quickly added ” No strings, just companionship and a free holiday”.
The elderly woman behind me in the queue butted in loudly “Go for it girl, I would!”
Ignoring the comment I gave Lesilia a winsome smile “Don’t decide now, meet me outside when you finish and we can chat about it, ok?”
She still looked stunned as I picked up my books and hurriedly left before giving her a chance to say no thank you or I have a boyfriend or sick mother or some other lame excuse I didn’t want to hear at that moment. As I looked back through the glass doors she was still staring after me, hand to her open mouth, true incest stories family sex
the woman behind trying to get her attention. As I strode happily back to my car I suddenly realised that encounter had given rise to an erection, I had just attempted to pull the librarian!
Back at my flat I threw the books on the sofa and poured a whisky. Only then did the impact of what I had just done really hit me, I had invited a complete stranger to spend ten days with me in the Caribbean and for all I knew she might hate sex, and by the clothes she was wearing may even be a lesbian! There were at least six women I knew who would have jumped at an all expenses paid chance of a holiday in the tropics, including several ladies I had chatted to on a dating site, and not least my ex girlfriend’s sexy younger sister who had hit on me in a big way at a recent party. Karen’s phone number still sat there on a Post-it. I had to get out of this I resolved, the chances were that Lesilia would see sense and refuse and the door would be open again, but I had to do the gentlemanly thing and meet her as arranged, especially as I had to return the books at some stage.
A little before 5.30 I waited outside the library entrance with my speech prepared “Look Lesilia, I was out of order in there and will totally understand if you don’t want to come” rephrasing it a dozen times until I was convinced I had the right words which would guarantee a refusal and allow her to keep face and then leave me free to chase Lisa’s very available sister. My well-prepared speech was instantly forgotten when ten minutes later this delightful sexy creature bearing a remote resemblance to a librarian called Lesilia descended the steps toward me, smiling nervously.
“Put your eyes back in their sockets Mr Graham and buy me a drink please. I think I need one after that proposal” She surprisingly took my arm as we made our way to the pub across the road
“Vodka and tonic please, I have to go pee”
I watched her walk away through the bar and stared again open-mouthed at the transition. She had changed out of the frumpy work clothes into a pair of beige skin hugging jeans encasing the roundest ass I had seen in years, plus a pink sleeveless top covering a pair of perky breasts. She had let her curly red hair fall down over her shoulders. When she returned I handed her a drink and we touched glasses.
“Jekyll and Hyde” I remarked glancing at her clothes
“I have to dress down at work” she explained “or I get all the weirdos making outrageous propositions!” she grinned slyly
“In which case you seem to be drinking with one, the name’s Tom by the way”
“Les”
We rather formally shook hands. “You don’t seem to be the usual type of weirdo we get in there”
I gave an exaggerated bow “Thank you ma’am”
“You are obviously a person who goes for what he wants and I admire that in a man, but whether you have succeeded is a different matter,” she looked at me seriously for a moment, “and anyway I checked you out on the credit database. Amazing what you can find out on there!”
“I’m sorry if I put you on the spot in there, I am not usually as forward as that.”
“Well, it was a bit of a surprise but I must admit it brightened up a dull day,” she sipped at her drink “but I want to know two things before I even consider this”
“Be my guest Lesilia,” I countered, catching the barman’s eye and nodding for a second round
“It’s Les ok? For obvious reasons I can’t put that on my badge!” she grinned “and I assure you I’m not one of those! Tom, I want to know about you, what you do, and any bad habits. And, if you smoke or you’re married, then no way, it’s goodbye here and now”.
“And the second question…umm… Les?”
“I’ll ask that when you have answered the first” she smiled, her emerald eyes staring into mine.
We took our drinks to a quiet table and I gave her a brief history. At 42 I guess I was at least a couple of years older than her, and although we matched each other with slim features I was 5′10″ she was a comfortable 6 inches shorter. I feel good when a girl cranes her head up and gazes at me lovingly, inviting that first kiss.
“Lesil… sorry… Les… I am just a humble architect, self employed but at present under part contract to a couple of construction companies which are the bread and butter of my income”
I told her of my failed marriage with no children followed shortly by a brief wild affair with Lisa and which of course finally came to an end just a few hours ago. When I added that we would be taking our holiday courtesy of Lisa’s Christmas her eyes widened at the mention of the word “our”.
“So I am a rebound date then?”
“No, no” I shook my head “I hardly saw anything of Lisa in the last couple of months, and we hadn’t actually been together properly since last Christmas”
“No one else in that time?”
“Nope. Not unless you count after New Year when I suspected Lisa was seeing someone else I joined an Internet dating site and made a few tentative dates, but there was hardly ever any chemistry.” I told her about Suzanne with whom I had great rapport and we were continuously comparing results on Messenger. “Unfortunately she lived too far away to consider anything serious. I did fancy her though and she has given me lots of advice,” I didn’t mention the wild Kate who I had met through my business, and with whom I had one mad weekend of mutual masturbation. I knew she was sleeping with anything that had two legs so, despite the safety of condoms, common sense prevailed and we stopped short of anything else.
“Any hobbies?”
“Doing or watching?”
“Both”
“Beer, football and sex” I joked
She put down her drink and half rose from her chair “Goodbye then”
I held her arm “Just joking. Actually I am an avid cricket fan, short of being Barmy Army, but sadly couldn’t afford the time to go to the World Cup next spring. I play badminton and tennis; love to swim but only in warm seas. Photography is really my passion and I love catching the colours of flowers and birds and that’s what’s so special about this trip,” I told her about my search for the rare bird.
” I think I might have found one today!” I added, grinning.
She smiled, flashing those kissable teeth “OK, now tell me why I would like this Young Island place whatever you call it”
“Well, it’s little more than a privately owned rock, got its own hotel and chalets and sandy beach, and if the rest of the Caribbean is anything to go by it will be divine. Apparently the individual chalets are set amongst palm trees with a pool in the centre, I’ll email you some pics if you like.”
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going to share a chalet, but if you are still interested I would assume you would prefer separate beds, or even a separate cabin if one’s still available?” Gentleman to the last.
“Well, of course I am interested Tom, otherwise I wouldn’t be here would I? But in the remote chance I agree to this I have to assume you will want more than just someone to carry your camera case around, right?” she asked with a quizzical smile, “so I’m going to have to think about it ok?” She gulped on a sip from her glass, and continued, “Look, I’ll be honest, I have to tell you I am tempted, I so need a holiday, and I know I shouldn’t be telling you this but I haven’t had sex in ages, I just need time to think, and anyway I have to see if I can get the time off and also get my mum to look after my little girl”
“Oh, how old is she, your girl I mean, where is the father, are you divorced too then?”
“Mary’s nearly twelve and he cleared off as soon as he knew I was pregnant”
“Bastard” I commented disapprovingly
“Not really, if I was him I would have done the same, I was sleeping around a lot at the time and a bit careless with the pill. As it happens any one of four blokes could have been the father, though my intuition says it was him.” She smiled at the surprised look on my face
“Have I shocked you?”
“Not really I suppose, I sowed a lot of oats myself a few years ago, probably nearly a field full” I joked
She laughed briefly, then frowned “I’ve only had one true boyfriend since then, but when I eventually asked him to move in with me and Mary he ran a mile. Do you know it took me two years after that to discover out he was married? We certainly find them don’t we!” she sighed
“All part of the experience we call life I am told”
“You really are not married are you Tom?”
” I told you I was divorced two years ago, I can show you the certificate if you want?”
“No, I believe you, you seem a trusty sort of guy.”
“Thank you. So… where do we go from here?”
She declined another drink “Right now I have to pick Mary up from my mum and ship her off to a birthday party, can I phone you tomorrow?”
“Yes of course, I’d like that” and we threaded our way out of the pub.
“Better idea, why not dinner tomorrow?”
“Umm, I need to think on that one. By the way, did you not have anyone else in mind for this trip?”
” Only if you say no, I haven’t asked anyone else”
“You haven’t had time by the sound of it” she smiled back
“Fernando’s at eight? Just dinner, no strings?”
“You keep mentioning strings, I will have to carry some scissors!” She smirked and hesitated
“Come on, you know you want to really”
She laughed as we went down the steps “Those were the very words that got me pregnant!”
We stared at each other in silence and then she relented “All right. Is that the Mexican place by the station?”
As I nodded she surprised me by leaning into me and kissing me full on the lips “That’s to tell you I am interested, but no more than that, not just yet anyway”
We parted at the library car park and swapped mobile numbers and she blew me a kiss as she drove away
SEX AND THE CITY
Next morning I woke early, even more horny than usual, imagining Les’s head on the pillow next to mine as we softly caressed each other after a night of mind-boggling sex in our tropical hideaway. After yesterday’s conversation I was sure she wanted to come with me but didn’t want to appear too eager; I respect women who play a little hard to get, and know that they enjoy the chase. So, being positive and believing she wanted me to make the next move I texted her.
“Hi Les, look forward to tonite! Tom x.. PS At some stage I will need a surname, to change the booking, hope its yours!”
Ten tense filled minutes later she replied “kool” That was it, just “kool”
I played the message again and again expecting more but, just …”kool”.
I showered and set off on the Tube to meet a client in the City followed by another in West London and when the train eventually surfaced at Barons Court my mobile buzzed in my shirt pocket
“Its Baron, Lesilia Baron .Make sure you spell it right Lx”
“Kool from me too xT” I replied. “PS I’m at Barons Ct Tube. How’s that for coincidence?”
“Must b meant.cu tonite x”
I spent the rest of the day happy as a dog with two tails and wondering how soon we would be able to test our sexual compatibility, or whether she would want to wait until we got to the island.
Kitted out in my best chinos and pale blue shirt I checked for sufficient cash and my last unused latex insurance which had taken up permanent residence in my wallet and arrived at Fernando’s a little early ordering myself a Cerveza. Being a Thursday the place wasn’t too busy and I acquired a secluded corner table. A young couple who were clients of mine passed my table and as we exchanged pleasantries my date arrived, and what an entrance! Les gave the little black number a whole new identity, showing off her short slender figure to perfection, there was not a single part of that dress that didn’t touch her body. To me a body-clinging calf-length dress showing a discreet amount of compact cleavage is infinitely sexier than a big-boobed bimbo in a mini. Her long curly hair was gathered in a plaited ponytail and emphasised her long elegant neck. She smiled as she slid into the offered seat and my client moved away, his face filled with envy. She had clearly gone to great lengths to impress me, I wondered how I ever considered retracting my offer.
For a few minutes we talked a little nonsense both hesitant to bring up the main reason for our meeting. It was Les who finally broke the ice “Tom, I think you should know I’m not looking for a relationship. I just…” she paused while the waiter arrived with a couple of beers “…I’m just happy in my present situation bringing up Mary without any unnecessary complications, like clingy boyfriends”
“I understand but…” She held up her hand “Shhh…. I just owe it to myself to have a little fun now and again and this seems as good an opportunity as any.” She sighed “It seems ages since I let my hair down. Now, what were you going to say?”
“I was going to say that in the library I said no strings, so I too have no expectations. If we decide never to meet again when we get back home I will accept that, no doubt very reluctantly” I added smiling into her eyes
“Cool. Lets forget this talk about strings shall we? I just want some fun time without complications. As they say, what happens in the Caribbean stays in the Caribbean?”
“I think you’ll find that’s Las Vegas!” We both laughed together
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