ISLAND EROTICA

PART 3

The high humidity awoke Jessica the next morning in her hotel room, which in fact was more of a hut really. She had booked with an Island resort, which provided a Utopia like environment, but very little in the way of luxury amenities. The hut was very basic, with a futon style bed on the floor, two wicker dual seat chairs and a small table and two chairs. There were no television, radio, cooking appliances, air conditioning or even heater. There was an amenities block with showers and basins, which was of a similar construction to the hut she was staying in anyway. On one side of her hut, there was a large canvas bag with a showerhead underneath it, just like a bush shower. Each hut had one, with a pump below that fed into the bag to fill it with underground water. That way one could rinse off after swimming in the salt-water lake surrounding the huts. This was a very relaxed resort, just how she liked it, simple and affordable.

Rising from her bed, Jessica took the few paces to the door of her hut. There she pulled aside the heavy batic curtain used as a screen more than a door, and looked out upon the oasis before her. With her eyes shut tight, she stretched upward to the sun and enjoyed its feeling, then stepped off to the side and stood under her bush shower and pulled the string to release the water through the showerhead. The water was surprisingly cool to her and she felt her nipples hardening as the water cascaded over her hot body. With her face leaning back and looking up into the stream of water, she rinsed her hair and then tilted her head forward again. Then with a flick back of her head, she threw her heavy hair back over her head to slap against her back, then opened her eyes.

There standing in front of her, was a short young man in loose white pants and shirt. She could see by the crest on the shirt that he worked for the resort. She could also see by the water she had flicked off her hair that put a wet line up along his thin white clothes, that he had no underwear and a very appealing semi-hard outline against the front of his pants from watching her have her cooling rinse. She looked up to see a dark face and a big white smile, then reached over and took a very small towel, almost a face cloth, to feign embarrassment and cover her nakedness. With a small bow, the young man looked up along her tanned body and said smiling,

“Good morning Miss Jessica, welcome to Bali Hai Island Resort. Please do not be embarrassed, we are very casual and relaxed here, it is not uncommon for naked people to be seen on our private resort beach here. Maybe not many as beautiful as you, but yes many naked people.”

Jessica smiled and handed him her excuse for a towel, now wearing nothing but a smile. She noticed that the young man was extremely professional, maintaining eye contact as he continued on,

“Today we welcome you with a breakfast banquet Miss Jessica. Everybody has first day here today, so we all meet for breakfast and introduce. Please be welcome to join us at your best time, the breakfast will go until noon. Fresh fruit platters, fresh fruit juice, plenty for everyone, please come join us.”

Jessica smiled back at the young man, looking down at the bulge increasing between his legs,

“I’ll be glad to cum, will you wait for me to quickly put something on so I can follow you to breakfast?”

The young man took a step back and turned sideways to allow Jessica past and smiled,

“Certainly Miss Jessica, it will be my pleasure.”

Jessica walked toward him and turned to face him, “I won’t be long” she said as she passed him, her firm breasts brushing against his chin, her thigh against the bulge now sticking out from his pants. She noticed the young man’s dark skin turn a deep shade of red, his earlier professional confidence obviously rattled by actual physical contact.

Jessica slipped on a thong bikini that barely covered her neatly trimmed mound or held her perfect breasts with pebble hard nipples protruding. She also slipped on a light sarong tied at her waist. Then she stepped out the door to her awaiting escort, who she noticed was still outstanding in his pants and was looking nervous now.

“So tell me, what was your name?”

“My name is Samor Miss Jessica.”

“Tell me Samor, do I look good enough for breakfast?”

Samor gulped, “Yes Miss Jessica, good enough for breakfast.”

Jessica licked her lips and winked at Samor, “Come on then Samor, lead the way.”

Samor turned and walked toward the main office. Then looking back over his shoulder, “This way Miss Jessica.”

“Right with you!” Jessica called back as she followed the young man’s tight arse in front of her.

The gathering left a lot to be desired in Jessica’s opinion. Several older couples, a couple quite handsome pairs, but apart from them almost retirees. Then there were the girls, all early twenties, all with wedding band marks on their fingers, out on the prowl. Good luck here Jessica thought laughing to herself. Finally were the boys, a group of mid teens on a drunken adventure. It was only 9 am and they were already pretty well tanked. Jessica could see that there wasn’t a great deal here to keep her attention. Not a great deal except young Samor she was thinking to herself, noticing that the young man had been following her almost like a puppy.

“Samor?” Jessica called. He was at he side in an instant. “Yes Miss Jessica?” “Is this the usual crowd here”

“Actually no Miss Jessica, it’s an unusually quite time, it’s usually a lot more people, all more your age I think.”

“Can I take some of this food back to my hut Samor? I really don’t feel comfortable here and would much prefer to relax in my hut before I look into doing a shopping tour somewhere.”

“Miss Jessica, I will gladly gather a plate for you and bring it to your hut for you. Just tell me the fruits you desire and I will prepare it for you, then serve you as you want.”

“Serve me you say Samor? Hmmmm, very well then, I simply want some of every fruit there is prepared. I would like you to lay it out elegantly on a large platter, then bring it to me with some fruit juice as well.”

“Certainly Miss Jessica, I will do as you say.”

Jessica smiled to herself as she returned to her hut, “This young man is going to serve me, in any way I want, this could be very interesting.”

Jessica was barely in her hut and settling back on her futon style bed, when she heard a knock outside the curtain of her hut door. “I have your breakfast for you Miss Jessica, just as you asked,.” she heard Samor call out to her.

“Very good Samor, please come in.” The young man entered, holding a large platter above his head and an ice-cold jug of fruit juice in the other. “Where should I put this for you Miss Jessica?”

“Right here next to my bed Samor, I wish to see what you have prepared for me.” Jessica was very impressed at the perfect way each and every piece of fruit was laid out and interwoven on the platter, so perfectly symmetrical. There was everything she liked, guava, various melon, passion fruit, oranges, apples, pineapple, banana, and more. Next to it was the jug, with one glass. “Help me get comfortable Samor, fluff up these pillows and place them to help me sit up so I can enjoy my food.” “Yes Miss Jessica,” Samor answered obediently as he did as he was told, “anything else Miss Jessica?”

“Pour me a glass of that wonderful looking juice, thank you.” Without a word Samor poured a glass of the juice, then handed it to her saying, “your juice Miss Jessica.”

“Come closer Samor, I’m so comfortable and I wish for you to hold the drink to my lips so I may drink.”

Samor stepped closer, but not so close as to be familiar, then slowly dropped to his knees. Holding the glass up to Jessica, but before placing it to her lips, he took a cloth to wipe the rim of the glass with a clean cloth, where she is about to sip from. Then he carefully placed it to her mouth, very slowly lifting it until he could see the juice trickling into her mouth, also pulling back slightly every now and then, so as to control the flow. Samor tilted the glass away from her lips a little longer, in anticipation that she may have finished. Then Jessica smiled at him and lowered her eyelids momentarily to signal that this was so. Samor wiped the glass once again, then placed it down and turned to Jessica smiling. “How may I serve you next Miss Jessica?”

Jessica was in heaven, she’d never received such service before, but she was going to take full advantage of it. “I’m going to close my eyes and rest my head back Samor, then you will feed me the fruit pieces individually so I can appreciate them simply for their flavour.”

“Yes Miss Jessica, do you wish for a cool compress to place over your eyes as well?”

“Why yes, I think that’s a wonderful idea, thank you Samor.” Jessica answered smiling. This guy knew his stuff.

Jessica laid her head back and felt the warm and soft hands of Samor touching her face. He ever so gently wiped any perspiration from her with a cool damp cloth, then went over that with a soft dry cloth. Gently pushing any hair from her face or her eyes, then she felt him place the cool compress on her. His touch was so soft, so magical, so erotic, she felt herself begin to tingle and become quite warm between her legs.

Then she could hear him moving, cutlery being used to slice and peel the fruit. Her nostrils were then filled with the scent of a wonderful fruit and she felt a finger carefully press to her chin and pull down to open her mouth. A few tiny drops of juice landed on her tongue and she recognized the taste of fresh pineapple. Then a small piece was placed upon her tongue and she took it into her mouth. One by one he placed pieces of fruit on her tongue, passionfruit, mango, apple, orange, banana, pawpaw. No flavour killing another, each one a delight to taste. After she had tasted each fruit twice, she told him to stop, “That will be sufficient for now Samor, thank you.”

Samor reached over and removed the compress from her face, then tidied and covered all the food and drink up, before standing back to await Jessica’s next request. He had removed his shirt, which was neatly folded and sitting on the small table. Beads of sweat trickled down his smooth dark skin as he stood there, in the thin white pants that were still showing his arousal at the sight of Jessica, who was reclining back in her thong and thin sarong, which had become see through from her perspiration. She noticed Samor’s pants were no longer wet, however they did have a small damp patch on them where the head of his cock had obviously been seeping pre-cum as he fed her. Jessica looked at the nice bulge in his pants, then slowly up to his face. Samor stood silently and looked back with a nervous smile. “How may I serve you next Miss Jessica?”

“Well Samor, I enjoyed tasting each of the fruit twice that you fed me, but there’s one fruit I have yet to taste, I didn’t get the plum.” Samor looked back a little bewildered, “I’m sorry Miss Jessica, but the plums are not in season and were not part of the platter today.”

“Oh there’s plum in season Samor,” Jessica said with a wicked smile, “I can see it blooming right now. Come over here, stand next to me.” Samor obediently walked over and stood next to her, still a little bewildered. Jessica looked up at him, then back down and straight ahead. The bulge in his pants was right there in front of her. She smiled as she continued to look up at him, as her hand stroked up his thigh, then brushed over the bulge before undoing the tie at his waist. The loosely fitting pants started to drop, but were stopped by the hard pole sticking out from him. She gently tugged at his pants, causing his cock to spring up and bounce as it broke free of them. “A bouncing plum no less,” Jessica laughed as she still remained focused on looking up at the now deep red faced Samor. Not a huge specimen she thought, but damn, hard as a fucking rock!

Samor stood motionless, all but for the slight bobbing of his cock as it throbbed in front of Jessica. She leant forward, allowing the bright purple plum had brush against her cheek and leave a trace of his pre-cum upon it. Then she turned her face, keeping the head against her skin, until it stroked across her lips. The eye was oozing his love juice, spreading it across her lips. Jessica looked up at the motionless Samor, catching his eyes glancing up again from watching her as she started to lick the taste from her lips.

“Mmmmm, I could just bite this plumb,” she said with a wicked smile, causing Samor’s eyes to open up in fright. “I think I’ll just see how smooth it feels against my tongue first though,” she breathed as her mouth opened and her warm tongue snaked out. She could feel the whole of Samor’s body, tensing at her touch, the bulbous plum at the end of her tongue throbbing. Slowly she licked all around the head, sliding around the helmet and then up the sensitive V underneath, before slithering up to push into the sticky eye, still oozing copious amounts of pre-cum. Finally the moved closer and wrapped her soft lips around the bulbous head and looked up to watch his face as she sucked the sticky fluid from the tip and drew her mouth away, a thin string stretching between her tongue and the head.

Samor shivered, he was unsure as to what it was he should do. He had been trained to serve his clintelle, treat them like royalty, but nowhere in his training was he taught how to handle this type of situation. The poor young man, so simple in his ways, could only think that yes, this had to be something he had to do in order to serve correctly, even if it was nothing he had learnt.

Jessica could sense his feelings of both helplessness and to serve, she liked this very much and planned to capitalize on it. Leaning back into her pillows, she looked up at him and untied the sarong that barely covered her breasts, lying there only in her tiny thong. “Samor, you are such a good servant, would you care to share my fruit with me?”

“As you wish Miss Jessica, yes I would greatly enjoy to share with you,” he said with the same nervous smile. “Then tell me Samor, which of these fruits would be your favourite?”

Samor wrestled his gaze from the beautiful woman spread out luxuriously before him and scanned the fruit platter. “The mango I think Miss Jessica, that would be my favourite.”

“Very good Samor, one of my favourites also, now pass me one please, the one you have there that is half peeled, with the skin still attached to it.” “Yes Miss Jessica,” answered Samor as he carefully passed her the mango.

“You know Samor?” Jessica said as she picked off the peel from the juicy mango and started to rub it over her breasts, “I’ve often been told that my breasts are like fresh peaches, soft yet firm.” Jessica then licks and sucks the mango remaining on the skin, they lays it down back on the platter. Then she takes the knife and slices thin pieces from the fruit, laying them on and around her nipples, then forming a trail of them down to the top of her tiny thong, with the last one being tucked just inside the hem.. “Mango and peaches are a wonderful combination don’t you think?” Jessica purred as she motioned him to approach her. She had to stifle a giggle as she watched him shuffle toward her with his pants still around his ankles. “Please Samor, remove your pants, you’ll have no further need of them.”

“Yes Miss Jessica.” He replied as he obediently removed the pants and placed them neatly folded next to his shirt. Turning back to face her, his manhood standing proud and erect straight out from him, he then walked to her and stopped next to the bed.

“Tell me Samor, have you ever been with a woman?”

“I have kissed my girlfriend on several occasions Miss Jessica.”

“Meaning you’ve never made love Samor, never had sex with a woman.”

“No Miss Jessica, my girlfriend will allow no more than kissing at this point in time. Though if I may say, we have engaged in other activities to appease our desires.”

“Hmmmmmm, a plum AND a cherry, I’m in for a fruit salad here!” Jessica giggled to herself. “Now Samor, your fruit is prepared and waiting, you may eat it now.” “Thank you Miss Jessica.”

Samor dropped to his knees and with a touch as light as a feather that sent shivers through Jessica’s body, removed the sliced mango from her breasts. Leaning back again, he watches Jessica writhe and her nipples harden to pebbles before him.

“Sa….mor….” Jessica breathed. “Yes Miss Jessica?” “Don’t…. don’t waste the juices left behind, I want you to make sure you get it all, lick me clean.” “Yes Miss Jessica, I shall do as you say.”

His mouth was like velvet, his tongue as soft as the petal of a flower, his touch so light it was barely audible. Ever so carefully, so skilfully, he licked every part of her breasts clean, then he started on her nipples. Slowly his soft warm tongue glided around them, then over them. Still tasting the flavour upon them, he closed his lips around them, sucking them as his tongue lapped all the fruit flavour from them. Jessica’s hands moved up to hold onto his head, she didn’t want this to stop. She guided his head and his mouth all around her breasts, covering every inch twice over and then back to her nipples. The touch of his tongue against them was almost more than she could bare, her breathing fast and shallow. Then she gently pushed his head away from her breasts and guided him toward her stomach. Again with a touch so soft that she could barely feel it, he took each piece of fruit from her body. This time though, he didn’t move away to chew, he just continued licking and sucking every speck of the juices from her skin. Only the last piece remained, the one tucked under the hem of her thong. By now Jessica was writhing on the bed in pre-orgasm bliss, she knew that it wasn’t going to take long once he reached that last slice of mango. Samor started to lift the hem of her thong, the slice of fruit barely visible. He looked to Jessica for approval to retrieve the fruit, but her eyes were barely open. Her hand moved down her own stomach, then her fingers pushed the fruit further inside, all the way until she could feel the coolness of it against the lips of her now steaming pussy. “Remove them Samor,” she breathed, “I want to enjoy this last piece. “Yes Miss Jessica,” replied Samor as he carefully removed her thong. Now Samor was at her feet after removing the thong completely from her. He looked up and could see the slice of fruit balanced atop her mound, already glistening with it’s own juices. Then feeling a little bolder he asked, “Do you wish me to make sure I get all the juices again Miss Jessica.”

“Oh yesss, please, please make sure you get them all Samor.”

Samor moved up between Jessica’s spread legs, pausing just a moment to say, “As you wish Miss Jessica.”

To be continued......

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