After the brief visit to Richard's uncle it was time to continue my new relationship with Tom.
Chapter 10: Secrets and sex
A little over an hour and a half after leaving behind the pretty island of Bequia we were enjoying a buffet breakfast at our favourite table on Young Island, when our friends joined us. I gave Tom a big grin, it had only been twenty hours, but when you are in a new sexual relationship it seemed like years.
"We didn't expect to see you so early," he laughed, clearly pleased to see me, and not only in his face! We all hugged, saving the passionate kisses for later, and obviously looking forward to continuing what we had started the night before last, this time for a whole day and night. We all agreed to meet up here at breakfast at the same time tomorrow.
Spotting Sophie at her customary corner table, I was a little surprised to see her accompanied by her husband Paul, clearly wondering if their tryst with Mike and Rita had ended and they would now be searching for new candidates to share in their decadent lifestyle. For one horny moment I entertained the thought of asking them to join Tom and me in my chalet tonight, but quickly remembered how I had spent the last day and night yearning to get my new lover on his own. I did however keep my options open by whispering 'rain check' into her ear as we passed her table. Looking back over my shoulder with a smirk I saw Paul grin as my message was passed on! I wondered if he still remembered our quickie in the bathroom all those years ago? I had broken the towel rail clinging desperately on as he had fucked me standing up. I recall my mum calling that a knee-trembler.
Tom, being a birdwatcher (!), had been going on all week about looking for some semi-extinct duck, whose habitat was known to be on the main island of St Vincent, and asked me if I would like to come along to help him locate it. I remember replying rather sweetly that while I was with him I didn't really care where he took me, as long as we could be alone. I had plans for him of my own and they included another rare bird, namely me! We said goodbye to the other two at the harbour where their boat was moored and, after buying some sandwiches and beers, took a taxi into the hills.
Once we were alone we kissed with the memories of Saturday night and with a promise of things to come. We entered a pretty nature reserve. There were none of the promised animals or birds in sight and, soon getting bored, we detached ourselves from the guide group and headed upward along a narrow trail through the woods, eventually coming out on to a little plateau with a stunning view of our little detached love-island hundreds of feet below. I could just make out the hammocks where all made love last week.
After a frustrating day yesterday to follow the previous wonderful night of sex together, I was understandably horny, to put it mildly. We sat on the grass gazing at each other in total lust, almost oblivious to the wonderful view. Tom made to push me on my back but I put out my hand. If the majority of the power on this planet is supposedly held by man, then we women can console ourselves with their one weakness. The blowjob.
We have total control over the timing, the location, how much we put in our mouths, the speed we suck and how long we make it last. And of course we dictate where they cum. Men have this odd fascination of shooting their sperm in our faces or over our breasts. I truly believe that to be purely an exhibition of how much they can produce. I recollect that any of my past boyfriends that didn't cum in any quantity never asked the question!
So, on this little secluded part of our planet I was about to demonstrate my power over man. This man. The very man who last week I had seen fucking an ex-whore on the beach. A rather nice ex-whore, mind you!
I held his face close to mine and kissed his nose, "The other night you had the lower half of my body Tom, and gave me pleasure beyond anything I have ever known. Now it's my turn to say thank you to your lower half."
I looked down at the involuntary response in his pants, and licked my lips. He was clearly very hard. Needless to say I was already pretty much on heat too.
"And what do you have in mind young lady?" He suggestively stroked the outline of his cock.
"I am going to do something for you I have only ever done with my ex-husband."
He looked at me in surprise. Much later he confessed he thought I had referred to anal sex, but all the same he grinned and hastily unzipped his shorts in readiness for what I really had in mind.
"Yes my darling, you are right to get him out. You know what? I am going to suck your delicious cock and ..."
He interrupted me with a startled expression, "You mean you only ever sucked your husband?"
I gave him my most disparaging look, "Don't be silly Tom. You didn't let me finish."
"You did the other night, five times if I recollect!" he joked.
I grabbed his arm and turned his face to mine.
"Be serious Tom, I'm fucking horny and this is a big thing for me."
He blew my curls away from my forehead and tenderly kissed my eyes.
"Sorry, go on then." He pointed to his erection, all pink and glowing in the morning sunlight. "You have probably noticed I'm horny too!"
I sighed, "I was about to say that I'm going to suck you and then..." I paused, my little finger touching the lilac tip of his cock, "...and then I want to swallow your cum, every single drop, okay?"
His eyes widened in obvious delight as I wrapped both hands fully around the object of my desire, the tips of my fingers barely enclosing his enormous girth.
I pressed my lips to his mouth, my words punctuated by little kisses, our eyes inches apart, "Tom darling, no doubt loads of girls have dutifully done this for you before now, but for me a blowjob is always something special. I consider it an act of devotion and joy, not a labour of love."
His hands delved into my top, seeking out my breasts as he grinned, "I would certainly consider it most joyful, feel free to devote!"
I gripped his hard flesh more tightly and he winced. "Listen you. For me, the pleasure of getting a man's hard cock into my mouth is pretty close to the sensation of having it in my pussy. So shut the fuck up and enjoy, okay?"
He nodded sheepishly and I went to work. Right there on the top of that cliff I sucked on the cock of my new lover as that true act of devotion, my mouth stretched more than it had ever been before, thrilled with the moment he shivered when my tongue teased his little pee slit. Before taking him into my mouth I had licked and teased his hairy balls, sucking lustily on each testicle in turn, and then slowly working my way up the sides of his shaft, teasing him with the tip of my tongue. Oh such divine power!
Tom told me later that he only remembered the suck and cum bit, but all the licking and tickling is to this day still as clear as if it was happening right now. With his girth I knew I would not be able to suck him for too long without my jaws giving out, so I focused my attention on the outside of his cock. All too soon his groaning indicated he was pretty close, so I relented and took him back fully into my mouth, sucking and stroking more rapidly, whilst teasing his balls. Fortunately his thickness prevented him from reaching the back of my throat so there was no chance of my gagging as I am prone to do, my brother being a recent prime example! Not that I remember complaining!
For barely a minute more my head bobbed up and down giving him the ultimate pleasure, and if he hadn't held his breath and grabbed my hair I would have had no warning of the explosion to come. As his sperm splattered the back of my throat he gently fucked my mouth as if to help release every single drop.
For a moment I held both his pulsing cock and the generous amount of cum in my mouth. What I did next I had studied from one of my brother's porn films and first performed it for Jim my late husband, and of course it blew his mind. Very slowly I drew my mouth back off his cock, and opened my lips widely to show what he had done in my mouth, his generous deposit fully within view, cradled in my curled-up tongue. Staring intently into his eyes, I closed my mouth and swallowed it all down with one exaggerated gulp. He gasped when I poked out a clear pink tongue at him and smacked my lips. The look on his face, knowing I had only ever done this for one other man, was indescribable.
"Yum yum," I grinned. "Better in than out, as they say."
"I feel very privileged," he replied, breathing heavily and holding me close, his hand sneaking under the hem of my shorts.
"You should be, it's only the second time I have ever done that."
When he leaned forward to kiss me, he must have tasted a hint of cum on my lips but, to my delight and, unlike that time with my brother, he didn't recoil in horror. I was beginning to realise that, in that other hammock I had found someone rather special. To satisfy my own curiosity I asked him if any of his previous lovers had performed that same treat for him.
"What, cum or swallow?"
"Both!" I laughed.
He thought for a moment, idly caressing his slowly wilting cock. It leaked out a little droplet and he groaned as I leaned down and quickly scooped it up with my tongue, lewdly smearing it over my lips.
"I have been very lucky, the only woman who wouldn't let me cum in her mouth was my ex-wife, she wouldn't let me put my cock in there at all, period. Her pussy was pretty much taboo too!"
"God, what a hard bitch, she really missed out. What about swallow, like I just did?"
