Lucy And The Writer Ch 02

JOURNEY TO PARADISE

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Now new lovers Lucy and Tilly spent two wonderful days exploring their new relationship.

Tilly bought white linen dresses and new light underwear for Lucy so they could experience the sights and sounds of Kuala Lumpur together. Lucy loved every moment. She'd never before travelled any further than the Costa Del Sol.

She had learned quickly to enjoy the tropical heat, it was hot! and there was no point in moaning about. The heat was different to an English hot summer's day, a rare event in England for the temperature to be over 30C for more than 3 days. But in Malaysia the average was 28C, all so different from cold grey England.

Lucy, being so white and untouched by the sun, had to use a factor 50 sunblock plus a parasol to keep the punishing rays of the sun from her delicate white skin. Tilly assured her that after a week or so she would start to tan and her skin would be less vulnerable.

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Suta had returned to the penthouse suite after they'd finished dinner. She was very humble and it took a lot of persuading that everything was OK. When Tilly gave her the RM1000 as promised, She was so overwhelmed she began to cry.

Confused with her own actions earlier of having had sex with two complete strangers. To behave like that went against all of her beliefs and taboos. It took Lucy several minutes to even re-ashore her that everything in life was just designed to keep the masses in their place, and under the yoke of the rich and powerful. When she finally understood, Suta found Lucy's words a revelation and that gave her much to think about in her own simple life. Could she? Suta! be more than her meagre expectations?

Yes, Lucy agreed that people had to have morals and values to live by, but as long as one's actions didn't cause pain or suffering to others it was perfectly OK to explore one's own nature with others of similar beliefs.

Suta took only a little more time to be comforted as Lucy and Tilly made love to her gently and quietly again. Suta left the Penthouse suite, a new woman in the making.

A woman that was determined to take more control in her life. When she arrived home her husband was pleasantly surprised at the newfound person Suta had started to become. When he asked what had happened she just smiled at him, telling him not to ask questions and to just enjoy his new assertive wife.

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At the end of three days Lucy and Tilly returned to the tailors and collected the new and beautifully made clothes. Lucy would be the best dressed she'd ever been in her life, the perfect way to start her journey into paradise.

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Standing on the quay at Marang, in the pre-dawn stillness looking out over the South China sea, the bay in front of her a vista of tropical beauty, the water like light-green glass with fishing boats rocking gently on their anchor lines, the shore lined with Coconut palms.

The morning sky gleamed orange and pale yellow out on the horizon, the last stars fading above her in a dome of aquamarine and paling sapphire. Apart from the slapping of the waves against the jetty, there was a gentle breeze warm and to Lucy amazingly sensual it blew through the thin fabric of her blouse caressing her skin like the fingers of the gentless masseuse.

As the town still slept Lucy sat on an old packing crate at the end of the jetty and watched the dawn advance into a new day.

They'd driven all night across the country on tortuous winding mountain roads, stopping only to stretch their legs and breathe the cooler mountain air listening to the sounds of the night. Lucy found the absolute jet blackness of the jungle with all its sounds of teeming life totally enchanting. Had she not had the driver and Tilly as company she doubted she'd have been quite so confident and at ease.

The long hard drive had been worth the discomforts when Lucy now looked out on the perfect tropical morning. The warm air kissed her skin like a loverstouch and the smell of sea sand and nature was intoxicating.

Lucy is small, at just 5ft, a curvaceous hourglass figure. Her bosom is large, too large really, but she is proud of her 34D Bust. Her hair has wonderful naturally curly locks that just touch her shoulders.

Sitting watching the sunrise wearing a cool white silk blouse and lilac and purple sarong, she wore a choker necklace of fresh-water pearls consisting of five strands twisted into a loose rope and a very wide brimmed raffia sun hat with chiffon scarf around the top. Just a mile or so away, partly obscured by morning sea fog, she could see the tops of Palmtrees on Palue Kapas, their destination.

Tilly, sat a short distance away respecting her privacy. Suddenly the sun burst over the horizon like a flood of silent magma and the night was banished for another day. The light came, coupled with the heat and the town of Marang awoke.

Tilly got up and walked to stand behind Lucy and asked, "Would madame like to break her fast?"

"Tilly! Just Lucy please, all this madam business makes me feel like a 70 year old matron. Isn't it wonderfulI? I never dreamed I'd ever see a place so beautiful. Oh Tilly, thank you."

Lucy watched Tilly as she walked away, her petite little bottom wrapped in very tight white shorts. The thought of that tight little tanned bottom made Lucy feel a little tingle.

After about five minutes two young boys with gleaming eyes and equally bright smiles came to her. The older boy said, "My friend, guard bags, I take Warung, Ms Lucy". Lucy got up and followed the older of the two boys.

Breakfast was Rota Prata, a very thin dough pancake cooked on a hot plate then folded with an egg or other fillings in the centre, served with sweet curry sauce; accompanied by what Lucy had now come to enjoy, very strong, charcoal roasted Hainanese coffee sweetened with condensed milk. She sat outside the Warung on rickety chairs and equally suspect looking tables on the pavement, which was overhung by the first floor above. As she sat there drinking her coffee, Lucy watched the people of Marang start another day.

The men were discreet and didn't stare at her sitting alone. One young man did start to approach, but Tilly just had to stare at him for him to know not to trouble the lady.

Lucy asked Tilly to arrange a boat to complete the last stage of her journey to Pulau Kapas

She spoke to the owner of the warung and asked him to arrange the boat, the orders were passed to the boy and he ran off into the shimmering tropical morning. Ten minutes later he returned and spoke with Tilly. Tilly gave the news to Lucy and said "Ms Lucy, the boat will be ready to take you to the island in ten minutes, please, we will go-yes?"

Lucy finished her coffee and followed Tilly out of the warung. She had paid the owner for breakfast, and as Lucy passed him, he bowed his head and beamed a smile of respect and gratitude to Lucy, telling her she was welcome to visit his humble abode anytime, she knew he'd been well rewarded by Tilly for his hospitality. Lucy gave him a melting smile making the man lose all composure and start to babble a stream of compliments and endearments. Like most men he couldn't keep his eyes from Lucy's breasts. She knew what he'd be thinking, imagining himself fondling them and kissing the nipples. Lucy knew it was naughty teasing men but she did find it so much fun, she turned towards the owner and bowed to him allowing him see her cleavage and when she looked at him again he had that oh so pleased smile. Lucy winked at him and turned away swinging her hips as she walked away.

The boat, a converted fishing launch with a flat wooden canopy to protect the passengers from the fierce tropical sun and tiny cabin at the stern. Lucy was shown to the bow where cushions had been placed. Tilly called, and as Lucy turned, she took a photograph, recording yet another magic moment of her journey to freedom.

The old diesel engine coughed and sputtered to life. The boat, with its high Arabian styled prow, sliced out into the coconut edged bay. As the boat sailed out to sea, over the glass smooth water, Pulau Kapas slowly appeared through the bright morning haze. The palm trees on its golden beaches grew thick in myriad shades of emerald-green with a thick tall jungle behind.

As the island began to loom large in front of them, Ali the boatman asked if they would like to swim before they landed. Lucy looked over the side into the clear azure water, she could see the bottom and coral covered rocks were so enchanting that she just sighed, "Yes."

Ali showed her to the small cabin on deck where she could change into her swimming costume. Tilly assisted Lucy, to undress and Lucy couldn't resist undressing Tilly too.

"Ooh wouldn't it be fun if we could swim just like this?"

"Ooh yes." Tilly responded and pulled Lucy close, kissing her in the privacy of the changing room. But, with regret, she put on the one-piece costume and went back out on deck. Tilly wore a matching swimming costume.

Tilly held a large tube of sunscreen out and instructed Lucy to turn around so she could cover the protective lotion all over Lucy's white skin. "Don't worry, you will soon get some protection in a few days.

Lucy had only snorkelled once before, on a holiday in Spain, but she'd enjoyed it then and felt no fear. After all, how could she? possibly sink!! She put on the mask and fins sitting on the gunel; she fell backward over the side of the boat into the clear blue waters of the South China sea. She was enveloped in the warmth, millions of white bubbles shimmered to the surface. She looked about, the water was as blue as on the posters, the fish dressed in bright fluorescent colours, and the corals were three times more brilliant than as she had imagined.

Breaking the surface, she blew the snorkel clear and started to swim with her head just below the surface looking down on the alien world below. It was just like flying; the boat's engine quietly chugged away and followed as she and Tilly swam towards the shore. A turtle swam slowly by, just a few feet below. The fish took no notice as they swam in out the corals there below her a huge Anemone waved its myriad arms whilst a clown fish just like Nemo wove through the stinging tentacles safely protected from harm. One of the fearless clown fish swam up and banged on the glass of Lucy's mask. Lucy was so amused by the little fish's tenacity that she respected his wishes for her to move on. He seemed to approve of her action but still kept a protective eye on her, following her as she moved away. When he was satisfied she was far enough away he returned to home and his family lived in complete harmony with Anemone. She watched Parrot fish crunching on the living coral and noticed that when it pooped sand came from it. So the white sand is actually fish pooh she thought to herself. There was also a constant crackling popping sound that Lucy presumed was the coral and other creatures made as they went about the work of creating a coral reef.

Lucy just floated in the water for what seemed an age enjoying the feeling of freedom and weightlessness. She told herself she was going to do a lot of topless swimming on this island. She could pay for privacy and would have it too.

At last her feet touched the soft sandy bottom and she was able to stand up and take off her mask and flippers. Her first swim in tropical waters ended and she felt totally elated. The boat moored to the small jetty. Her luggage was taken from the boat and the manager of the resort helped her ashore assuring her that all was ready.

Lucy stood in awe at the beauty of this paradise. Inhaling the aromatic air deeply, it was perfect.

But best of all, the welcome, warmth and solitude, much needed after coming from a cold, grey winter in England, not to mention, all the attention of the press and vitreous behaviour of all her so called friends.

She'd been whisked away without anyone knowing where she was going and now she was here at last in peace and quiet. She followed the manager across the brilliant pink white sand towards a restaurant with an open area backed by rustic teak cabins, each with its own little rock edged garden and a path leading to four steps up to a covered veranda. The manager showed her to a brand new cabin, which he said had just been built specially for her.

As she passed the cabin next to hers, a man in his early forties with short cropped hair, looked up and said "Yes, and I made sure the work was carried out to the highest standards myself.

Hello my name's Peter Dawning; and may I welcome you to the island of Kapas?"

His brilliant blue eyes met hers; Their colour was reminiscent of the sea, she had just basked in and Lucy melted inside. He was not overly handsome, yet he possessed an inner strength and solid character. He closed the lap-top computer on the table next to him, and came down the steps.

She noticed he looked into her green eyes and not at her chest as most men did when they first saw her. They shook hands and she introduced herself, smiling at him like a teenager meeting her movie star hero.

"Well," said Peter, what do you think of it so far?"

"Oh, it's wonderful," she crooned, feeling really stupid in making her attraction to this stranger so blindingly obvious.

"Come," said Peter "I'll show you around."

He turned to the manager and said, "Thank you David, I'll take care of our new guest."

They were alone, and Lucy was all a flutter. She wasn't sure if it was the realisation that, at last, she was free or having just met Peter Dawning.

After all, who was he? Peter brought her out of her reverie by saying, "Well, if you will allow me, I'll show you to your accommodation."

Lucy smiled and Peter gestured for her to enter the chalet, leading the way. Lucy climbed the steps to the tiny veranda. As her bottom came to eye level, Peter gave it an admiring look that Lucy did not see.

"Ms Lucy" called Tilly. "I must return to KL."

"Oh yes I know but, Tilly you can't leave me."

"But I have to. I have another client coming in tomorrow. Just 6 days and I can return. I wish I didn't have to go. It will only be for a few days."

Lucy turned and pulled Tilly to her. "I'm going to miss so much. "

"I'll be back all too soon." Tilly bent closer to Lucy and whispered in her ear "I think you might have more than enough company the way Mr Dawning is looking at you, and I think you see the same with him."

With a final hug the two women parted; and Tilly walked back to the beach and the waiting boat.

Lucy was a little disappointed; she sniffed back a little tear and took a deep breath. She turned round and opened the door to the chalet and went in, with Peter right behind. It was just perfect, to the right of the room was a large bed covered by a gleaming white Mosquito net. Behind the headboard was an open fitted wardrobe and built-in drawers. Directly in front of her was a louvred door.

Peter came past her and said, "Let me show you the facilities." He opened the louvred door and descended three steps, much to Lucy's surprise.

She followed and looked down into the bamboo walled bathroom, spying a shower in the far corner and a toilet next to it. On the back wall of the chalet was a wash-hand basin, the open roof was covered by two layers of fine gauze to stop insects and other unwelcome guests; otherwise it was just like being in the middle of the jungle.

Lucy was amazed at the rudimentary bathroom; even so the idea of showering in the open was rather erotic.

She was drawn from her thoughts by Peter saying, "The only thing that isn't finished yet is a partition between the shower and the toilet. With a bit of luck, that should be on the supply boat due this morning. Now, you know where you are staying, let me take you and show you around Kapas. I'll go and order a packed lunch to take with us, complete with plenty of fresh fruit and cool drinks. That is if I'm not presuming too much?"

"Ah... no!" said Lucy, "but I would like to know something about you first?"

"No problem," Peter replied, "I'm 44, a writer and quite successful, even though I say it myself. I'm here to get my batteries recharged before my next book is published and before being swept away into the whirlwind of book signings back in England."

"So you are rich?" said Lucy, 'Stupid, stupid, what a question? He'll think me a gold digger', she thought to herself as she felt herself blush.

Peter treated her remark as quite natural and responded, "Yes, about 8 million pounds, sterling that is."

"Oh," was all she could say, "Are you married?" --'Another dumb question! What are you doing girl?' she thought, scolding herself for yet another inane remark.

Again Peter responded as if she'd said nothing wrong. "It was many years ago, and I haven't since met anyone who wants me for me and not my fame and fortune."

Lucy responded to this comment with a smile. "Well, I have a fortune, so your money is not important to me, and as for fame, well congratulations." She scolded herself again, "God woman can't you stop making yourself look such a bloody stupid bitch?"

Peter smiled at this comment, took her hand bowed, kissing it lightly while his sapphire eyes bore into hers, "Well said, milady."

They both laughed at his exaggerated chivalry, each knowing secretly that they were going to be spending a lot of time getting to know each other over the next few days. The chemistry between them was pure electric.

Changing the subject to lighten the moment Peter said, "Well, it's still early, I'll get our lunch together and we can go and enjoy the day. Do you want to snorkel some more?"

"Oh yes please, to both," Lucy replied, "I'll just unpack a few things and be right with you."

Peter left Lucy's chalet and went off to order the packed lunch.

Twenty minutes later they were walking off into the morning along a jungle trail, lizards and skinks darted off the path as they approached but these tiny creatures were unnoticed as Lucy and Peter chatted away to one another exchanging details and asking questions of each other.

After fifteen minutes Peter stopped, picked up two logs from beside the path, and set them in a cross to block the path. "Now we will not be disturbed and that is a guarantee," Peter responded to Lucy's inquiring look.

The path descended to a small beach about 200 feet from end to end and over hung by Coconut palms. The jungle grew out onto the golden sand with tendrils of creepers reaching to the high Tidemark.

Lucy exclaimed with delight, "Oh this is wonderful! It's as if we are the first people here in paradise. I've never seen a beach like this; the plants make it look, well, prehistoric."

"This is my beach," said Peter. "The growth you see has only taken three weeks to come back out of the forest. I must admit that I have helped some of it find its way onto the sand, but in the tropics things grow with unbelievable speed. Come, I have a special spot to show you."

Peter led Lucy to the far end of the beach where he had built a small shelter using palm leaves and bamboo. The floor was a platform raised above the sand and covered with rattan mats. In one corner, was a table and chairs, and in the far corner, was a thin mattress with a long bolster for a pillow. Also, Lucy noticed, was a mosquito net neatly rolled up and tied to a rafter in the roof.

"The sun will get very hot in a little while and you, with your fair skin, will need all the protection you can get. We will put loads of suntan lotion on you. You will feel very sticky for the first day or so, but it will be worth it so as not to get burnt," He'd made the shelter into a comfortable retreat. It even had the added luxury of a tiny fridge