Chapter 11

By the time I awoke, the sun was sinking behind the trees. As I rose from the lounger, my back cracked and a groan slid from me; Elaine was nowhere to be found. After gathering our towels and retrieving the empty bottle from the pool, I wandered inside to the sound of the shower running. With a smile, I washed my hands at the kitchen sink and reheated the last of Boyd’s magnificent shrimp creole.

To be honest, as I set the table and cleaned up as best I could, I’d no idea what Elaine was planning for the evening. In our new mode, unlike our usual final night of dancing, she could choose to stay here. Either way, I wouldn’t mind. As long as I was with her.

The bedroom door opened. As everything but Elaine blurred and darkened, my brain refused to work. Honey-blonde tresses swished along her gleaming shoulders from a golden-wrapped pony tail high atop her skull. As she clicked to a halt when she caught sight of me, the skin of her neck and cheeks flushed bright crimson under my gaze. Her hazel pools glinted amidst sultry evening makeup that enhanced her cheekbones and regal features.

She wore—almost nothing. A tiny gold lamé crop top hung from the sharp points atop her cones, leaving her taut midriff bare. When she twirled in her five-inch black stilettos, the micro-skirt that had been draping her hips whirled upwards. Freshly shaven, her mound glistened beneath a now smaller landing strip, golden against her tanned skin. As the skirt settled over her naked butt, all I could do was swallow.

Guess we were dancing.

“Such a slutty girlfriend,” I forced out at last as I wiped my hands on a dishrag.

Her smile widened, even though her jaw trembled. Elaine emitted that amazingly cute little giggle and twirled once more.

“I guess you like?” Her eyes flicked to the growing hardness in my trunks.

“Yeh, I like. Uh, I, um, better get ready, huh?” After tossing the rag to the counter, I shambled to pass her and head for the bedroom.

“You gonna take me dancing—lover?” As she spoke, Elaine’s long, gold-painted nails dragged along my crotch; all the air in my lungs flew from me.

With a quick nod, I whisked past, ripped away my trunks, and leaped into the bathroom. As I whipped around, I’m pretty sure I set the world speed record for shaving and showering. After racing from the steamy bathroom, I shoved my legs into my last pair of loose cotton slacks and flung on a black and gold silken short-sleeve shirt. Wide collar open half way because, well, the nineties.

Though neither of us said anything while we ate, our roaming eyes spoke volumes. The last night of our little adventure. And behind the gleam in Elaine’s eyes and, I’m sure, in mine, was the unspoken risk that this could be our actual last night. As she chewed, I caught a flicker of apprehension. What if I did find a girlfriend—and she didn’t like my job? And I quit for her? Then what about Elaine? Alyssa? All the others? It was only then, as I gazed at her over the rim of my wineglass, that I detected real fear. As my heart raced, I pondered as well. What would I do if that happened?

But that was in the future, and I’d one last night with my new lover. So, I did what Tommy did best. I straightened my shoulders, put on my best darned smile, and washed up while Elaine paced. With her heels clicking over the tile as she sipped her wine, her gaze never left me. Future be damned; right now she hungered as much as I did.

At last, I finished, flicked my hand through my hair, and stepped from the kitchen. Elaine chewed her glossy red lower lip before giggling as she clamped onto my arm. With a long sigh, I locked the door, and we headed from the villa. A half-moon hung low in the sky, illuminating the roadway and trail with a slivery sheen. As she click-clacked next to me, she snuggled tighter, but remained silent, her eyes flitting around as her heart pounded against my ribs.

For my part, I’d run out of words. I wanted Elaine. I wanted to dance with her. And, yeh, sue me, I wanted to sleep with her as my lover again. And I didn’t want to let her go in the morning. Nor did I want to return home alone to face the lonely future awaiting me. Also, I didn’t crave the cute library girl. Or Alyssa. Or ... Karen’s twinkling eyes. When I gasped, Elaine looked up at me, her eyebrow lifting.

“Just thinking of what I’m gonna do to you later,” I said with a hungry grin.

Elaine stumbled and bit deep into her lower lip before whipping her eyes from me. The little overlook had come into view. When she started to pull away from me, I tugged her back.

“Later.”

“But, Tommy. Please.” Before I could reply, I jolted when she shoved my hand under her silken skirt. We halted as she pushed my fingers into her dripping petals. “Please!”

With a grin, I combed a loose lock of hair from her crimson-tinged cheek and pulled my fingers free.

“Later,” I repeated, before walking away. As much as I wanted to take her, in my current state I’d lose control and, like I’d told her husband before, she’d be leaking all night long.

As a sultry tropical breeze kicked up some of the scattered sand on the road, her little heels rapidly clicked behind me until Elaine pushed herself back under my arm. Once more cuddling, her heart continued to race, and her breathing sped. Little nympho. My little nympho. And lover. And not-girlfriend. After another lengthy exhale, I returned to worrying about the damned future.

As before, we heard the music long before we sighted the dance club, except it was far more crowded. Besides the usual battered local vehicles and rental junkers, there were now fancier cars and trucks, also choking the surrounding roads. The approaching weekend marked the influx of additional visitors—wealthier. Hence why we spent most of our time there at mid-week—less chance of Boyd and Elaine running into somebody they knew.

Already swaying with the sensuous island melodies, Elaine swept free of my arms to spin ahead. As her skirt twirled ever upwards, sending shivers along my spine, her gaze split between me and the raucous dancing crowd waiting to enter. As we pushed through the others, she slid back into me, rubbing and grinding her tight little rear into my crotch. Yeh, she wanted to dance.

However, as we shoved through to the packed dance floor, Elaine’s eyes widened when instead of loosing her into the swirl of humanity and heading for the bar, I snatched her to me. Eyes twinkling, she chewed her lower lip and moved closer, driving her rolling pelvis along my torso as the loud music thumped through my frame. Amid the roiling mass of scantily clad locals and just as racy off-islanders, including us, the scent of strong weed mixed with all variety of perfumes, colognes and sweat. As the ganja cloud thickened under the ineffective, slow ceiling fans, the room blurred.

When the first fat spliff was offered, I took it from the dark-skinned, smiling man and handed it to Elaine. Eyes locked on mine, she sucked its shiny tip, her little chest rising, until with a long exhale she released a puff of smoke into the air. Even as her hazel pools glossed, she took several more tokes before I slipped it from her dainty, shaking fingertips to pass it onwards.

Soon her motions became wilder, more frenetic to match the up-tempo French electronica tunes; Elaine thrust herself along my leg. With her skirt so short, her soggy cleft soaked through my slacks as she moved in time with the music. Her nails clawing across my spine, she stared up at me with her shiny widening eyes. With a grin, I leaned close; her lips rose to meet mine, but I swept past her soft face to her ear. Her panting breaths seared the skin of my cheek.

“Such a slut,” I whispered. “My sexy—lover.”

Before Elaine could react to my words, I flipped up the rear of her skirt and clenched both bounding globes in my palms. When I squeezed, her entire frame slammed into me, driving her little pelvis into my thigh. After one quick flick at a neighboring couple, she gaped at me, her open lips trembling.

Her fingers dug deep. My hands struggled to hold her racing hips as she rode my leg. With a groan, she leaped upward and pushed her lips against mine. Just in time, she unleashed a scream in my mouth as her entire frame shuddered. As she slid along me, I released her butt, letting her slick black skirt slide down before clenching her tight to me.

When a sultry island tune began, we slowed. As her tongue wandered around mine, we swayed, her mashing pussy dribbling onto my leg and heart pummeling my chest. All the while, her shaking thigh pressed into my entrapped mast. God, how I wanted her. Damn her dancing. Damn it being our last night. I wanted—I needed Elaine all to myself.

Perhaps for the last time, ever.

With a grunt, I tugged free of her, grasped her wrist and plowed through the dancers to the exit. Once outside, dragging Elaine, click clacking on the cracked asphalt behind me, I paused for a split second, gazing at the intersection. A whimper left her when, instead of heading for the villa, I aimed for the dark beach. When I turned with a swallow, her eyes were wide. Hungry. And scared. Like mine probably appeared just then.

In the distance, the ocean had calmed, becoming black glass reflecting the silvery moon and stars. A light breeze persisted, cooler than normal, rustling the trees and pushing the occasional trash over the roads. Once we hit the beach, I stopped so Elaine could strip off her heels. Neither one of us spoke as we crossed the still warm sand towards the white foam along the languid surf line. As she walked behind me, her soft footfalls crunched on the beach. At last, she sighed and dashed closer.

“Tommy—” Her voice was desperate. Beyond desperate.

“Yeh, me too.”

We both needed to fu—make love. When golden light material landed on my shoulder, my heart raced. At her giggle, I turned; every molecule of air whooshed from my lips. Elaine had just kicked her skirt into her hands and now twirled naked under the silvery moon. As she grinned, she tossed the black strip of silk to me and ran her palms up her flanks; her shiny dark nails quivered in the dim light.

A groan tore from me as Elaine danced past on her toes, twirling and swaying to whatever tune amused the little nymph. A mother. A wife. And tonight mine. Would she even tell Boyd about our last day? As my lover. Or would she say she’d only been my girlfriend? With another beguiling giggle, she flung her heels to me. As my trousers strained, her hard cones bobbled, and I snatched her shoes from the air. As his wife kicked up spurts of shining sand, I couldn’t care less what she told Boyd.

When we arrived near a hotel’s private beach area, I angled towards a row of white wooden chaise lounges. Chained together, they’d been dragged into a line beneath waving palms. As Elaine twirled and thrust her swaying pelvis at me, I tossed her clothing on one and ripped my shirt away. When my hands went to my belt, she slowed. As the zipper lowered, she halted and gnawed her lips. Another gust brought the aroma of her sweetness to my nostrils; I glanced at her glossy inner thighs. Her puffy outer petals glistened as they pulsed under the silvery light.

After tearing my trousers down, I lay on my back, legs straddling the lounger. Our eyes met. Even as Elaine’s little tits bounded over her thumping chest, my heartbeat raced. Time slowed as she walked closer. Wide-eyed, her gaze flicked between my face and the wavering pole she craved jutting from my fist at its base. Glittering in the starlight, a trickle cooled as it slithered downwards along my rod. Her glossy red lips parted; her tongue flicked around them.

As Elaine’s glimmering leg lifted over me, the world became silent and blurry except ... Every detail of her hungry frame was sharp—highlighted in gleaming silver—as she trembled. After straddling me, her soft fingers, quivering, settled around my shaft. Once again, under the bright stars, the universe slowed. At a loss for words, all I managed was a long swallow. As if answering some question, Elaine nodded to herself and dropped.

While skimming my hands over her descending thighs, air hissed from me when my bulb glided through Elaine’s sloppy, silken outer folds. She huffed. Once. Twice. On the third, her tight gate parted before me, engulfing me with her velvet warmth, rippling along me as she sank. A long, meandering whimper slipped from her lips as her splayed fingers slapped on to my heaving chest.

“Make love to me, Elaine.”

The little woman’s eyelids blew apart. That question, to which she’d nodded a reply to earlier ... Well, she’d just received my answer. Groan after groan tore from Elaine as she bounced atop me, driving herself further downwards until her hard pelvis splashed against my hips. With ever-louder grunts, I thrust upwards, timing my motions to drive her higher and higher as she rode me. The lounger creaked and thudded beneath us, burrowing deeper into the sand with each liquid impact.

We were one twisting, groaning machine designed for pleasure. Together.

All of a sudden, my fingers clenched Elaine’s motionless hips as she wavered in the moonlight above me. Her eyes were wide; long, shining drool trails slipped away in the breeze. For a split second, she paused in midair before gaping down at me; all along my shaft, her pussy—slowed.