Chapter 3

Maya settled into her job. She had to step hard on a couple of unwanted remarks from her class of fifteen-year-old boys, but felt she dealt with that effectively. Marc was indeed a solid, reliable boss, and she felt sure he had put their brief adventure out of his mind. It certainly didn’t affect how he worked with her. She had been invited to tea by Maryse and had met her four delightful children. When Maryse said it had been an age since she’d had an evening out with Marc, Maya had no hesitation in offering to babysit. That cemented the friendship between them and Maryse was happy to show her where she had her dresses made and to give her tips about how to fit in with the island society.

At the Christmas break, she went island-hopping with Karen, and was introduced to Karen’s many friends and fuck buddies. They shared rooms, but she couldn’t help wondering why Karen bothered. Karen’s bed was rarely slept in, as she disappeared every evening, and rarely with the same man twice. A few metres from tonight’s beach bonfire, Maya stood in the shadows and reflected. I really need to find a man. I’m desperate for a good hard fuck. On the other hand, I’m a newbie here. I can’t have people assuming that I’m another Karen, happy to go with anyone who has a dick. Speaking of Karen...

She watched the Canadian dragging a man across the beach towards her. He was putting on a show of reluctance but was letting it happen.

“And this,” Karen announced, sounding tipsy, “is Wes. Wes does a great massage. I’ll lend him to you, but only for this once, okay?”

Wes towered over Karen in height, and was a head taller even than Maya. Bodybuilder? Or just born to have a superb physique? In the flickering light of the beach bonfire, the definition of his muscles showed in relief. Maya returned his friendly smile.

“Hello, Wes.”

“Ma’am.” Wes extended a hand like a shovel. Maya shook it, sensing the power in the fingers that held hers so lightly. A massage from Wes must be an ... interesting ... experience.

“I’ll leave you two to get acquainted, shall I?” Karen said, winking at her and then drifting away.

What’s he hiding inside those surfer shorts? If the bits I can’t see match up to what I can, then that itch that’s been bothering me could get well and truly scratched. All around her, couples were forming. Like most of the women at the beach party, she was topless, and she could feel her nipples tightening and rising with arousal ... There had been rum punch, of course, and a solid reggae beat to the music as the stars came out. Maya danced and flirted with Wes for a couple of hours. Apart from his good looks and impressive physique, he made her laugh, and that gift was something that she had always found attractive in a man. He made no secret of his desire for her and she let him know she had noticed it and was interested, too. Eventually, she made up her mind. Go for it, Maya. She took the hand of Wes and led him away from the firelight. Ten minutes later she was supporting herself on her hands against an upturned boat, panting as he drove remorselessly into her sex. Her speculation about the rest of Wes had been quite correct. He was long, he was rigid and he was deep inside her. He was thoughtful, too, using those strong fingers to strum on her clitoris. She tensed up, ready for the imminent orgasm. It was all worth the initial discomfort from her realisation that she hadn’t been quite as wet as she’d thought.