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"Island Paradise" - Chapter 24 of ?? - Completely re-written
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"I think I am going to officially re-name this spot, from
now on, Devon Falls," were my words, as Devon and I gazed at
a spectacular waterfall that tumbled 150 feet down a near
vertical cliff into a turquoise-colored pool in front of us.
The setting was the island at its purest, with tropical
flowers, mangoes, ginger and tall, majestic trees surrounding
us. A good portion of the cascading water had been turned
into a thick mist courtesy of some strong trade winds, which
ultimately resulted in a very bright, colorful rainbow.
"Devon Falls?" my beloved sweetheart squealed, looking at
me with an inquisitive expression.
"Yes, Devon Falls," I confirmed. "This waterfall here is
beautiful, so it should be named after someone beautiful."
Devon grinned and sighed in response as I added, "I can't
think of a better choice for its name than yours, princess."
"You're too much, Jeremy," Devon giggled, offering me a
playful shove on the shoulder.
The two of us were standing upon a grassy ledge next to
the picturesque falls on this warm, breezy day. Although
neither of us were in direct line with the oncoming water,
we were soaked anyway - thanks to the constant mist. Devon
and I were not complaining about it, though. After a long
and strenuous hike to get here, the mist felt wonderful.
Of course, one thing which looked wonderful - aside from
the scenic location - was Devon herself. The blonde and
voluptuous siren was dressed in a multi-colored bikini top
and a long grass skirt, with hiking boots and white socks
adorning her feet. She even had a ring of pretty flowers
in her hair, which gave her the look of a true islander.
Her face, as always, looked pristine and immaculate.
I smiled at Devon and motioned toward the gold necklace
that she wore. "Is there any significance in that for you,
sweetheart?" I asked, pointing at the dragon pendant which
was part of it. "You never take this necklace off."
Devon grinned and held the pendant between her thumb and
forefinger, then looked squarely at me. "Oh... this. Well,
you know that when you are a kid, you have dreams about scary
monsters? My aunt bought this necklace for me when I was
nine or ten, because I was having a string of terrible
nightmares." Devon glanced at the pendant and mused, "This
dragon, my aunt said, was my guardian in those dreams."
"Did it work?"
"Yes, it did," she replied. "The nightmares pretty much
stopped after that. I never take this necklace off, though.
Nowadays, I look at it as a good-luck charm." Devon paused
and added, "Do you have a good-luck charm, Jeremy? Maybe a
rabbit's foot, or something?"
I shook my head and answered, "No, I don't believe in
them. I haven't had much luck over the past nine years of
my life. That is... until I met you, sweet thing."
"You developed an Internet company from the ground up and
then sold it for 500 million bucks," the seductress reminded
me. "There had to be some luck involved, there."
"Not luck - skill," I told her. "Besides, I would trade
that money, and all of my other earnings, if I could have
met you earlier in life, Devon. Being rich, in my book, is
not measured by the amount of money you have. Being rich is
linked to love, and how happy you are in life. I was not
happy, Devon, from the moment Victoria left me at the altar
until the day you showed up in my life. Nine whole years."
"I do wish that we met earlier in life, too," she cooed.
"Maybe when I was 18, and you were 21. That would have made
things legal, I guess. We'd be long married by now, and the
parents of one or two children. I just love kids."
"Well... we have the rest of our lives," I nodded. "I
hope that turns out to be a good 50 or 60 years together."
"And then the rest of eternity, in Heaven," Devon coyly
grinned, wrapping her arms around my waist and planting a
single, solitary kiss upon my cheek. "Forever together!"
"You're so precious," I whispered, pecking her lips with
a kiss of my own. Standing in a beam of sunlight which had
snuck its way between the trees, Devon's pale-blonde hair
and tanned skin were glowing with an exotic healthiness. I
brought my hand to the side of her head and ran it through
her soaked hair, being cautious not to disturb the ring of
flowers in it, then offered her a smile. "So beautiful..."
"Thank you," she smiled in a gracious manner, leaning up
and kissing my cheek once more. "You're too good to me."
I reached forward and cupped the dragon pendant of her
gold necklace in the palm of my free hand. I hesitated for
a brief moment, then murmured, "I want to be your protector
from now on, Devon." I closed my hand around the pendant
and promised her, "No one will ever hurt you again."
"I want to be your protector, too," she swooned, her blue
eyes sparkling with a mixture of love and devotion. "I care
about you, Jeremy, more than you'll ever possibly know."
With those words, I smiled and stepped forward, and pulled
Devon into my arms. As I pressed my lips to hers for a soft,
exploratory kiss, Devon turned me around so that my back was
facing the pool of water. I cupped and squeezed her taut,
round ass with my right hand, while my left massaged one of
her breasts through the bikini top that she wore. All seemed
well between us when I slipped her the tongue. But as I soon
found out, Devon was in a far more playful mood.
I was disoriented for an instant when, without warning,
Devon broke free from my embrace. Our kiss also over, she
placed both hands upon my chest and offered me a healthy
shove - forcing me to topple over the small, grassy ledge,
and come splashing down back-first into the cold water below.
Upon resurfacing, I thrashed about in the natural basin
and glared up at Devon, who was giggling and chortling away.
I had only fell about eight to ten feet, so in no way was I
angry, but the idea of her pushing me into the water during
a romantic kiss seemed out of place. I was very surprised.
So much so, in fact, that I was temporarily speechless.
"THAT," Devon laughed, pointing down at me, "was for when
you sprayed me and Pamela with that garden hose last week!
Now, my dear Jeremy, we are EVEN!" She made a sneery face
and taunted me, "Na-na na-na NA!"
"NO!" Devon then screamed, as I flung both arms in a wild
manner, splashing her with excess water in the process. She
turned and ran for cover behind a tree, though I did not
understand why. Both of us were thoroughly soaked already.
All was right again moments later, however, simply because
Devon was back where she belonged - in my arms. She had shed
her grass skirt, hiking boots and shoes, as well as the ring
of flowers which had adorned her head, and was now with me in
the basin of water. Both of us were embracing one another,
our mouths locked as one, as the brunt of the oncoming water
smashed down just some 20 feet from where we were.
* * *
"I'm sorry, but those boots do not go with your bikini or
skirt, dear," I told Devon, perhaps an hour later, as we made
our way through the tropical forest and back to the mansion.
"The same goes for your socks. VERY out of place..."
"What else am I going to wear?" Devon asked, swinging my
arm about as she held onto my hand tightly. "High-heels?
You took me on a long, tiring hike, Jeremy. I need boots."
"It would be kind of funny to watch you hike through this
mud in high-heels," I teased her. "But getting back to what
you were saying a minute ago - about Trish."
"Yes," Devon nodded. "Trish. I hope you see where I am
coming from on this, Jeremy. I offered to let her stay with
us because it just seems that she has had one bad break after
another in life. Not just Lindsay and Stephanie, either, but
rather... Trish told me some stories about relationships she
has had in the past. It wasn't a pretty picture."
"You want to make her happy," I nodded. "You want to try,
at least. Do you feel that strongly for her? Strong enough
that you want to make a commitment to her?"
"Not yet," Devon answered. "But I could grow to love her.
She is a really sweet girl, Jeremy. You know that. I would
hate for her to leave the island in six or seven weeks, and
go back to Toronto with a broken heart. I don't think we
realize that what happened with Lindsay almost destroyed her.
That is why Trish continues to go on and on about Lindsay."
"I understand her feelings," were my words. "Trish hurt
Lindsay, but that was never her intention. In Trish's eyes,
Lindsay was perfect. She had her right where she wanted her,
too - they were room-mates and lovers. But in the end, Trish
pushed the envelope a bit too far, and scared Lindsay off."
"I did think it was kind of weird," Devon frowned. "Trish
was guilty of sexual harassment, I guess, but Lindsay begged
Trish to have sex with her. That just seems odd." Devon
paused and asked, "Could YOU grow to love Trish, Jeremy?"
"I don't see why not," was my response. "Trish reminds
me an awful lot of you, dear. Although... I would be very
happy and content with no one but you in my life. I know,
though, that you are bi-sexual and need another woman."
"You said that to me last night, too," Devon squealed.
"Are you serious, Jeremy? You would be happy with just me?"
"Of course I'm serious," I told her. "I think I just
realized that in the past 24 hours. But I am open to the
idea of another woman or two staying with us, because it
would make you happy, honey. Pamela remains my favorite
among the others, but Trish is a close second."
Devon pouted and said, "You make me feel bad, Jeremy.
You say you don't need anyone else, but I want a woman."
"Don't feel bad," I told her, shaking my head. "There is
no reason for you to feel bad. I understand that you are
bi-sexual. I'm not going to shut you out of that side of
yourself. That wouldn't be fair of me to do. Let me put it
this way, sweetheart - as long as you want another woman in
our lives, _I_ want another woman in our lives."
"You may say differently, Jeremy, but I still think that
Pamela drives you crazy."
"Pamela does drive me crazy," I admitted, nodding my head.
"If I had my choice of anyone among the others to stay with
us, it would be her. Trish, as I said, is a close second.
If things worked out between you, me and them, I could love
both Pamela and Trish. But I could live without them, too.
I just want to make you happy, Devon. If you want them in
our lives, I'll welcome them with open arms."
"I DO want them in our lives," the blonde murmured. "One
of them, at least. But both would be better. Trish is my
pick. Pamela is yours. I want Trish to be happy. I think
you and I could finally give her some happiness, Jeremy."
"You could make anyone happy, mi'lady," I laughed. "That
is why I'm so crazy about you."
Devon hooked her arm around mine and walked with me in
stride as we approached the mansion. She placed her head
upon my shoulder and chirped, "I'm crazy about you, too."
"What is the deal with Trish?" I wondered. "I've known
that you asked her to stay with us since last night. But no
one has told me of her decision yet. What is it?"
"There is no decision - that's the thing," Devon answered.
"Trish is taking the Pamela route - she is going to wait and
think about it for awhile. You can't blame them, you know."
"You never gave any extra thought to staying here with
me," I murmured, smiling at Devon. "Why is that?"
"Because from the moment I first saw you, Jeremy, this is
where I wanted to be - with you. No extra thought needed..."
* * *
"I don't know what to say to you, Kristanna," were my
words, as I sat beside her upon the sofa in the recreation
room. "Geographics, in my mind, has always been the main
stumbling block for any true relationship between you and I.
I'm sorry, but I am not going to allow myself to fall in
love with someone that I see only one week every month."
"I'm here for the entire summer, though," Kristanna mused
in a weak voice, again choosing to forego her accent. "I am
here with you for ten consecutive weeks."
"This is special," I told her, "and you know that. You
are only here because all of the other girls are here, too.
You've been here for three straight weeks now. The longest
you stayed here in the past was 11 days. You are my dear
friend, Kristanna, and you provided me with companionship
that I desperately needed these past three years. But it
was sporadic and thus, I could not fall in love with you."
"So I'm nothing but a sex toy to you?" she scoffed.
"That hurt," I responded in a defensive manner, my tone
low. "I think you know me better than that, Kristanna. I
care about you a great deal." I shook my head and added,
"I've said it a million times, sweetheart - you and I live
in different worlds. You're a farm girl from Norway."
"I'm a RICH farm girl from Norway," she corrected me.
"A rich farm girl from Norway," I nodded. "You have your
family there. Your life is there. Me? If I'm not living
in the United States, I want to be on some beautiful island.
If not here, then someplace like Hawaii, Anguilla, Fiji." I
paused and added, "I do wish, though, that you told me of
your feelings long before Devon and the others showed up."
"It wouldn't have done me any good," Kristanna countered.
"You would have just went to the geographics card again."
"I don't want to live in Norway, and you don't want to be
away from your family," I told her. "You are away from them
enough as it is. I understand that, Kristanna. Norway is
your homeland. You grew up there. You love it there. Me,
I don't want to live anywhere but the U.S. or an island."
The young woman nodded her head in acceptance, but then
pouted. "Still, I cannot help what I feel for you, Jeremy.
I know it is wrong since you and Devon are together, but I
can't help the fact that I'm in love with you."
"It's not wrong," I breathed, shaking my head. "You felt
this way long before I knew who Devon even was, Kristanna. I
don't want you to feel guilty about it, or anything. I just
wish that you would have told me about this long ago. Maybe
we could have done something about it... I don't know."
Once Kristanna took a deep breath and looked at me in an
exasperated fashion, I nudged closer to her upon the sofa
and then offered her a warm, compassionate hug. She planted
the side of her lovely face upon my shoulder, and we held
that position for a good two or three minutes.
Though neither of us said a word during this time, I did
get the sense that Kristanna was doing her best to hold back
some tears. If so, she was successful - but just barely.
* * *
Some two hours after the conversation with Kristanna had
reached its conclusion, my eyes were bulging and almost set
to explode. Lounging about on the pool deck just outside
the mansion, my senses were ablaze with passion as Pamela
emerged from the sliding glass door and smiled warmly at me.
The 26-year-old woman looked spectacular and gorgeous, as
she was decked out in an incredibly tight mini-dress and a
pair of high-heeled shoes. The main features of the dress
were a very short skirt and deep, plunging neckline, along
with a halter-style strap which hooked behind her neck to
help hold the outfit up, and in place.
The dress, which hugged Pamela's ample curves and really
showed off her picture-perfect legs, offered a luscious view
of her cleavage. It was also readily apparent that with a
pair of hard nipples protruding outward upon the ultra-tight
fabric, Pamela was not wearing a bra underneath it. Lastly,
Pamela's long-flowing blonde hair looked absolutely flawless.
It was quite a stark contrast to the black-as-midnight dress.
From the expression upon her face, Pamela was feeling
very comfortable in the outrageously sexy mini-dress. That
should not surprise me, however, simply because she has been
an exotic dancer for the past seven years. Still, the look
of a woman with an aura of confidence about herself was very
appealing to me. Pamela personified that right now.
Unable to speak for a moment, I gulped my throat twice
and finally managed to get out, "Time for my lap dance?" I
could not think of any other reason why Pamela was wearing
such a hot, provocative dress right now.
Instead of answering me verbally, Pamela simply brought a
finger to her nose and briefly held it there, "hushing" me.
An instant later, her high-heels clicking the pavement, she
began walking toward me with a pure swagger about herself.
Her hips undulating back-and-forth in an exaggerated
motion as she made her final approach, Pamela smiled and
stopped just short of me. She spun completely around upon a
high-heel, her long hair flipping about wildly, then turned
her back to me. Pamela bent completely over at the waist
for a fleeting moment, the hem of her skirt riding high upon
her sweet ass. My God... she was not wearing any panties!
Displaying her considerable dancing skills, Pamela then
sprung up into a standing position. She looked over her
shoulder and flashed me that killer smile of hers, then
spun away from me, going in a circle three times. Sometime
during this sequence, Pamela undid the strap behind her
neck which held the sexy mini-dress in place.
This gorgeous creature of desire deftly slid the right
side of her dress downward, exposing her right breast. Her
hips swaying and the rest of her body in a similar, very
frenetic motion, she approached me once again and suddenly
squatted down. Pamela hung her head low, allowing her long
blonde hair to cascade downward over her forehead, but then
pounced back up just as quickly. Now, she had the slinky,
black mini-dress pulled down to her midriff.
Pamela made eye contact with me and offered a suggestive
grin as she cupped her bare breasts with both hands and
squeezed them thoroughly. Her head then began to dart from
side-to-side, and soon she spun around in another circle.
The lump in my swimming trunks definitely needed some
attention, so I slid a hand downward and began stroking it
through the fabric which concealed it. Pamela was not fazed
by this at all. Still smiling, she turned her back but
looked over her shoulder at me, and began to slowly but
surely pull the hem of her dress upward.
Once Pamela had it raised above her waistline, exposing
her taut ass and beautiful, lush pussy, she wiggled her hips
for my adoring eyes in a very provocative manner. I guess
it was at this time when I finally lost control of myself.
There was even no thought involved as I got up from the
comfortable lounge chair and immediately closed the distance
between Pamela and yours truly. I took her into my arms and
smashed my lips upon hers for a deep-rooted kiss, while using
both hands to squeeze and knead her ample breasts.
Pamela moaned and sighed upon our mutual kiss as I groped
her large, heavy-set breasts with both of my hands. At the
same time, I let out a wild growl of my own as Pamela snuck
her hand beneath the waistband of my swimming trunks. My
whole body came alive with sensations when, an instant later,
she found my shaft with her hand and squeezed it fiercely.
"You're heavenly," I said to Pamela after our kiss was
broken. I bent my head slightly, and started sucking upon
one of her thick nipples, which did nothing but cause the
vixen to throw her head back and sigh in arousal. At the
same time, I yanked her mini-dress downward and let it fall
rather harmlessly to the cement beneath us.
"Oooooh yeah..." Pamela moaned, placing two fingers upon
my chin and then guiding my mouth back toward hers. We
shared another tongue-filled kiss, but then the enchantress
suddenly decided to drop to her knees in front of me.
She yanked my swimming trunks down and off in one simple
motion, causing my pulsating cock to pop out into open view.
Pamela curled her left arm around my lower back and grasped
the base of my erection with her right, then darted her head
forward and nearly took my full length into her mouth.
"YES!" I groaned like a madman, now caressing Pamela's
head with both hands as she orally serviced me on her knees.
She bobbed that head of hers back-and-forth in a very quick,
striking motion, while sounds of erotic hunger and desire
emanated from deep within her throat.
Soon, perhaps feeling a bit uncomfortable on both knees
upon the cement surface, Pamela rose up to one, but continued
paying oral homage to my cock nonetheless.
I tossed my head back and moaned with reckless abandon
once she began twiddling away at my testicles with a couple
of fingers from her right hand. That was a very sensitive
part of my anatomy, of course, and Pamela played them like
an accordion. I felt a rush of passion begin to come across
my body at once, which told me that an orgasm was imminent.
Suddenly, I found myself in the pool.
After re-surfacing, I kicked and thrashed about wildly
within the water, realizing that Pamela had shoved me into
the Olympic-sized pool. "What is it with you women?" I
asked in a mock rage, referring to now, as well as hours ago
when Devon shoved me into the basin at the waterfall.
"What do you mean?" Pamela asked, raising to her feet and
stepping out of her high-heels. Obviously, she had no idea
of what transpired earlier between Devon and me. There was
no need to clue her in, either. Not right now, anyway.
Pamela screeched and laughed when I flung a healthy dose
of water her way, splashing her from head to toe. She did
not seem to mind, though, because an instant later, Pamela
leaped into the air and landed beside me in the deep end.
"Come here... you!" I growled once her head re-surfaced,
linking my right arm around her waist and holding it tightly.
Pamela continued to squeal and offer faint words of protest
as I slowly but surely paddled both of us toward the shallow
end of the pool. When I was finally able to walk within the
water, I literally dragged Pamela over to the edge.
"What are you doing?" she grunted as I then grabbed her
shoulders and spun her around, so her back was facing the
inner wall of the pool. Since both of us were already nude,
no preparations were required. I reached down with both
hands, latched onto her knees and then pulled them upward.
Pamela grunted once more as I then jammed my hard cock
into the tight, wondrous confines of her sweet pussy. At
the same time, I backed her up against the inner wall, and
she instinctively wrapped her long legs around my hips and
waist. An instant later, I was thrusting my way into her.
"Oh God, yes..." Pamela moaned, her neck arched as I had
her back and shoulders pinned against the pool's wall. My
hips pistoned back-and-forth in a slow but steady motion, my
cock blazing a trail deep within the confines of her slit.
With her legs securely wrapped around my waist while I stood,
the pleasure was indescribable as I plowed my way into her.
I slipped both hands around her body beneath the water,
and latched onto her sweet ass. I then smashed my mouth
upon hers and drove my tongue deep, tasting its very sweet,
tender recesses. Pamela growled as I did so, her arms now
securely fastened around my neck and shoulders.
I continued humping my way into her within the pool until
my body could not handle anymore of the heated, passionate
sensations. I thrusted my cock into her one final time,
then roared out in my own release as my shaft saturated her
tight, velvety womb with a fresh helping of sperm.
Her neck still arched, and her face tensed with arousal,
Pamela moaned and cooed out in response as my body went from
the height of orgasm to the sensations of its aftermath in a
mere matter of seconds. Still, Pamela kept her legs secure
and tight around my waist, and smiled once she finally tilted
her head forward and looked directly into my eyes.
"I love you, Jeremy," she faintly whispered, her own eyes
glistening, as my deflated shaft slipped out from within her
pussy. Pamela offered my forehead the most tender of kisses
and then swooned, "Yes... I'll stay with you and Devon."
I smiled and nodded my head in response at Pamela. There
was no doubt in my mind that Devon could easily make me happy
all by herself. However, being the normal, red-blooded man
that I am, I would be insane if I did not want a beautiful
woman such as Pamela to share in our lives as well. Isn't
this the scenario that most man often fantasize about?
I planted a kiss upon Pamela's mouth and told her in the
most heartwarming of tones, "I love you too, sweetheart."
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