It was the last weekend of the summer and I was on vacation at Seychelles with one of my best friends, the avowed lesbian Monica "the Predator". We never had dull moments while hanging out and I anticipated us to end the summer 2015 with a huge BANG!!!
At the beach in La Digue, we were lounging on granite boulders sipping on coconut drinks and bopping our heads to Bananarama's classic 1983 song, "Cruel Summer". The warmth of the summer and the fresh cool breeze coming from the turquoise waters of the Indian Ocean releaved us of the weariness.
"This is paradise!" I said. "I love chillin' on the beach, with a drink in my hand watching the tides! Such scenes like this don't make me miss New York though. I can't believe the summer is about to end! This is by far the remarkably short summer of my life!"
"It did fly by quickly!" Monica agreed. "I'm not complaining; it has been great for me! If you are not having fun, you are an undead, booo!" She laughed and I smiled back at her. "Life is all about enjoying every second of time. I can say I've lived a great life when I leave here!"
Clad in a rainbow-colored bikini, Monica looked amazing sporting her pink close-cropped hair and rainbow-tinted aviators! Since knowing her, Monica remained in tremendous physical shape. Boxing, crossfitting, and wild sex with her girlfriends kept Monica's body toned and lithe as a granite sculpture. I teased Monica that she could be the next WWE Diva.
"Monica, we've always been honest to each other," I continued. "We double-teamed the nymphs over the years. What do you think was our greatest pussy conquest?"
"Ahh, that's a rather serious question Maestro! Well, Namitha Kapoor was yummy! I enjoyed Mya Jane, too! Plainly, I love them all!"
I grinned. "You're a bad girl! Yeah, they were both hot! For me, Namitha was on the top! We fucked her to the ultimate gratification!"
"She was the yummiest peach!" Monica confessed. "I wish I were still in contact with her! I know Samantha wouldn't mind me sharing with her!"
"I know she wouldn't!"
"But Samantha's still my dream lover!" Monica confirmed. "Maré, you banged just as many girls as I have! Who is your greatest lover, by the way?"
I was not expecting that question from Monica. My sex life had been great. I banged porn stars, models, and dancers. As I recalled, faces whirled one after the other in my head. It felt like my mind was playing sex clips of the delicacies, vulnerably open.
"Tazzy is arguably my greatest lover!" I replied. "We have the best sex! All of my sexual encounters with her have been awesome! We could fuck for hours! You know, I had a wet dream about you and her! It was hot!"
"Ewww, you must be kidding!" Monica responded.
"Why, y'all two were over each other! Now, that would have been an epic lesbian porn scene if it was real!" I wisecracked.
"You never know, your greatest lover may be the prey I'd be devouring sometime!" Monica said, giving me a wink.
We went on a boat trip around La Digue. Then we did some snorkeling that was fun. We took so many selfies and pictures that captured the beauty of the island and our watery adventure. We immediately posted the exclusive pictures on our Instagram and Tumblr accounts.
Later that evening, we went to a restaurant called Snack Bellevue for dinner. From the center of the eatery, the view of the islands of La Digue and Praslin looked awesome. The water reminded me of a mirror because I evidently saw my reflection.
After sipping on some palm wine, we had an amazing three-course meal that consisted of cold cuts, cooked fish, lobsters, and ice cream. Perhaps, I ate too much. Thanks to Monica, the service was extra great. The short brunette female waiter, with starlet's smile, thought she was Ruby Rose and the manager let us eat free. Yet I tipped $100 to the waiter for that wonderful service.
Surveying the restaurant, I located a duo of blonde-haired women sitting in the far back; they were staring at us. When I made eye contact with them, they started giggling catching Monica's attention like a shot.
"Do you know them, Maestro?" She asked me.
"Not really," I said. "They just keep looking at us, probably desiring to encat their Ruby Rose fantasy!"
Monica laughed, playfully hitting me in the chest. "They'd be wanting the company of Shemar Moore then! You're the king of New York! They are kinda cute!"
With a sultry smile on her face, Monica motioned the blond-haired women to come to our table and complied with her. It really was amazing, the effect that Monica had on so many women. The sexy blondes introduced themselves as Kenzie Taylor and Viola Paige. The former was an attractive blonde starlet who recently made a splash in the adult industry. Blessed with mesmerizing blue eyes and the body of a Barbie doll, she had those appealing bubbly looks. The latter was a short, busty blond-haired Latvian with hazel eyes. She was also a popular adult erotic model and porn star. Her smile and friendly demeanor really stood out. She was one of those young girls I could see myself partying with in the nightclubs and fucking.
"Y'all make a hot couple!" Kenzie complemented us.
Monica laughed. "No, not a couple hun! We're just friends!"
"Yes, she's my homie!" I added.
"There is just one thing we have in common," Monica remarked dryly. "He's into girls and so-I AM!"
Kenzie and Viola gasped in admiration. I could see the effect of Monica's confession of being a lesbian. Their faces flushed in an instant.
We instantly hit it off with Kenzie and Viola. I could tell Monica was attracted to Kenzie because she had an uncanny resemblance to her muse, Samantha, specially for that vivid beautiful face and voluptuous body, despite the golden tresses that waved down to her waist. It was obvious they were candidly arousing each other. Hence, I turned my attention to Viola who reciprocrated the flurry of attraction. We exuded the energy like those sexually active freaks around us.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" Viola asked.
"No, I don't." I rejoined. "I've been out of circulations for so long that I forgot how to talk to women. Besides, I'm out here for some wild sex!"
Viola giggled and I perceived the glint of naughtiness in her eyes. "Well, since you're looking for some wild sex and I'm looking for a hot black guy, maybe we could help each other out!"
Just like that, we locked lips and I got an abrupt erection.
"How long will you be staying in La Digue?" Kenzie asked.
"Our last night here," Monica answered. "We're leaving tomorrow afternoon to fly back to America."
"Oh no, that's not good!" Viola said softly. "It's not good to make us miss you."
"If you haven't planned doing anything, come hang out with us at our guesthouse by the beach!" Kenzie suggested.
"Cool. Sounds great!" I was with it.
"Yeah, we'll be there! I'm not leaving Seychelles without playing!" Monica said excitedly, staring at Kenzie's exposed cleavage.
After taking a group selfie, we left the restaurant and agreed to meet up later.
After a few hours, Monica and I were riding our rented mountain bikes up the dusty road heading to the guesthouse where our beautiful hosts expected us. The moon shone brilliantly and the fresh air rejuvenated our spirits for the the venture, most anticipated! Some of the locals waived at us and we rode past them.
"Sex is in the air, Monica!" I shouted. "Can't you feel it? It makes hard to think of anything else."
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