Caban Boy III
The sun was setting over the ocean when Darcy awoke. The breeze was still warm though, and she disentangled herself from her cabana boy who slept behind her. His hands still cupped her breasts, and she felt his fingers stir on her nipples. A fingertip was lodged between the lips of her pussy. She thought it was a wonderful way to wake up. She swung her legs over the edge of the lounge they’d shared, and sat up, feeling the warm sand against her bare feet and sighed deeply. Her nipples hardened as she remembered what she’d done before they’d slept. She turned, ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him gently on the lips.
“You’re awake.” He said, opening his eyes. “I didn’t want to wake you. It’s almost time to dress you for dinner.”
“Dress me?” She laughed out loud. “No, don’t tell me, it’s your job, right?”
“But of course.” He looked at her with a smile that said it all. “I’ll walk you to your bungalow. I think you’ll be pleased with your choice of attire.”
“I can’t wait. If it’s anything like the afternoon massage, I’m sure I’ll love it.”
He got up, and took the sheet and wrapped it around her shoulders. He was still stark naked, but he didn’t seem to mind. He was quite handsome, she judged. A hard to guess age somewhere between 35 and 45, well muscled and quite strong. His cock was stiff when he awakened, but he didn’t seem to notice. He fulfilled his role well, she thought. She hadn’t realized that when the resort had said it catered to their guests every need that it included such wonderful intimate sex.
They walked up the beach and down the path to her thatched little bungalow. As they reached the stairs, he wrapped her in his arms and carried her up, two at a time, and backed her through the doorway. She laughed as he set her down. The sheet fell from her shoulders and she stood stark naked in front of him. His smile said he enjoyed the view. She watched his cock throb to attention, but he turned to the wardrobe before she had a chance to make a comment.
Opening the doors he revealed a hanger with several garments. He held each one up and she nodded approvingly.
“The skirt,” he said, holding it up. It was a smooth light tropical weight cotton, with little lacey eyelet designs stitched into the skirt. It was adorned with tiny pearls. It was exquisite. Darcy smiled.
“The cute blouse.” He said, holding up a creamy silk number which she knew would look beautiful against her skin and eyes.
“And.. the lingerie.” He held up a lacy bra and a pair of what looked like tiny lace thong panties.
Darcy looked twice. He knelt in front of her, holding the panties for her to step into.
“You do go all the way don’t you?” She asked, as she held up her foot. He guided it into the lacy waistband and tugged them up her legs until they settled onto her waist. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss against her pubic mound. She felt her breath catch. This was too much. Then the feeling of pearls on her skin made her look down. Where the panty crotch would have been, was a double strand of real pearls, joined to a single strand which ran up between her legs and attached at the back. He tugged them up against her skin and Darcy felt her body respond. The pearls nestled in on both sides of her clit hood. He turned her around and gently tugged the strand at the back.
“Oh my.. I’ve heard of these.” She said, feeling decidedly decadent.
“They look beautiful on you.” He said, approvingly. “Definitely a stimulating evening is in store….”
She laughed at his double entrendre.
He arose, and took the skirt off the hanger and helped her into it. And then likewise with the bra. Before he clasped it, he leaned down and kissed both of her nipples. They perked up at his touch.
“You are going to be my undoing,” she sighed.
“I plan on being your personal doing and undoing, and any other doing you wish to do during your evening. Let’s get your blouse on and then I’ll cook your dinner.”
“You cook too?” She looked wide eyed.
“Didn’t you read the brochure? Everything you need will be provided. Bring yourself and we’ll take care of you.”
“Wow. I like it.” She looked at him as he buttoned her blouse. It felt good being looked after.
“Your hair?” He asked, crossing over to the little vanity, he picked up the hairbrush.
“Allow me.” Darcy sat down on the little chair he motioned to. She looked at herself in the mirror. The woman looking back at her looked beautiful and happy. She smiled at him as he stood behind her, brushing out her strawberry blonde locks. And then he picked up a pair of combs from the vanity and twisted her hair up on top of her head into a style she was quite unaccustomed to doing for herself. “Tada. Dressed for dinner.”
As Darcy stood up, she felt the pearls caress the still swollen skin of her pussy lips. She knew she was getting wet again. She couldn’t help it. He was going to be her undoing this evening, and she couldn’t wait to see what he had in store.
“If you don’t mind, I’ll be a minute while I get dressed. If you’d like to stroll down the path towards the palm trees, I’ll be with you in just a few minutes.”
He held her hands in his. He smiled, and raised her hands to his lips, gently kissing each in turn.
“You’re very beautiful, Darcy.” His smile was sincere.
“You make me feel beautiful.” Was all she could manage.
“Now, go, and I’ll be with you momentarily.”
She turned and walked through the door he held open for her. At the last moment she turned and looked at him.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” she asked.
He pulled her close and kissed her gently on the mouth. Then he was turning her and urging her down the path.
“See you in a minute.” She smiled. He nodded and bowed, and then turned and walked into the bungalow. Darcy sighed as she walked down the path. The sky was darkening fast. But above her through the palm trees she saw a full moon. It was going to be an enchanting evening. Her pearls stroked her as she walked. She could feel moisture threatening to run down her thigh as her pussy lubricated with each stroke of the pearls against her clit. It felt decidedly delicious. She smiled as she imagined just what he was going to cook her for dinner. It was going to be fabulous.
“You’re awake.” He said, opening his eyes. “I didn’t want to wake you. It’s almost time to dress you for dinner.”
“Dress me?” She laughed out loud. “No, don’t tell me, it’s your job, right?”
“But of course.” He looked at her with a smile that said it all. “I’ll walk you to your bungalow. I think you’ll be pleased with your choice of attire.”
“I can’t wait. If it’s anything like the afternoon massage, I’m sure I’ll love it.”
He got up, and took the sheet and wrapped it around her shoulders. He was still stark naked, but he didn’t seem to mind. He was quite handsome, she judged. A hard to guess age somewhere between 35 and 45, well muscled and quite strong. His cock was stiff when he awakened, but he didn’t seem to notice. He fulfilled his role well, she thought. She hadn’t realized that when the resort had said it catered to their guests every need that it included such wonderful intimate sex.
They walked up the beach and down the path to her thatched little bungalow. As they reached the stairs, he wrapped her in his arms and carried her up, two at a time, and backed her through the doorway. She laughed as he set her down. The sheet fell from her shoulders and she stood stark naked in front of him. His smile said he enjoyed the view. She watched his cock throb to attention, but he turned to the wardrobe before she had a chance to make a comment.
Opening the doors he revealed a hanger with several garments. He held each one up and she nodded approvingly.
“The skirt,” he said, holding it up. It was a smooth light tropical weight cotton, with little lacey eyelet designs stitched into the skirt. It was adorned with tiny pearls. It was exquisite. Darcy smiled.
“The cute blouse.” He said, holding up a creamy silk number which she knew would look beautiful against her skin and eyes.
“And.. the lingerie.” He held up a lacy bra and a pair of what looked like tiny lace thong panties.
Darcy looked twice. He knelt in front of her, holding the panties for her to step into.
“You do go all the way don’t you?” She asked, as she held up her foot. He guided it into the lacy waistband and tugged them up her legs until they settled onto her waist. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss against her pubic mound. She felt her breath catch. This was too much. Then the feeling of pearls on her skin made her look down. Where the panty crotch would have been, was a double strand of real pearls, joined to a single strand which ran up between her legs and attached at the back. He tugged them up against her skin and Darcy felt her body respond. The pearls nestled in on both sides of her clit hood. He turned her around and gently tugged the strand at the back.
“Oh my.. I’ve heard of these.” She said, feeling decidedly decadent.
“They look beautiful on you.” He said, approvingly. “Definitely a stimulating evening is in store….”
She laughed at his double entrendre.
He arose, and took the skirt off the hanger and helped her into it. And then likewise with the bra. Before he clasped it, he leaned down and kissed both of her nipples. They perked up at his touch.
“You are going to be my undoing,” she sighed.
“I plan on being your personal doing and undoing, and any other doing you wish to do during your evening. Let’s get your blouse on and then I’ll cook your dinner.”
“You cook too?” She looked wide eyed.
“Didn’t you read the brochure? Everything you need will be provided. Bring yourself and we’ll take care of you.”
“Wow. I like it.” She looked at him as he buttoned her blouse. It felt good being looked after.
“Your hair?” He asked, crossing over to the little vanity, he picked up the hairbrush.
“Allow me.” Darcy sat down on the little chair he motioned to. She looked at herself in the mirror. The woman looking back at her looked beautiful and happy. She smiled at him as he stood behind her, brushing out her strawberry blonde locks. And then he picked up a pair of combs from the vanity and twisted her hair up on top of her head into a style she was quite unaccustomed to doing for herself. “Tada. Dressed for dinner.”
As Darcy stood up, she felt the pearls caress the still swollen skin of her pussy lips. She knew she was getting wet again. She couldn’t help it. He was going to be her undoing this evening, and she couldn’t wait to see what he had in store.
“If you don’t mind, I’ll be a minute while I get dressed. If you’d like to stroll down the path towards the palm trees, I’ll be with you in just a few minutes.”
He held her hands in his. He smiled, and raised her hands to his lips, gently kissing each in turn.
“You’re very beautiful, Darcy.” His smile was sincere.
“You make me feel beautiful.” Was all she could manage.
“Now, go, and I’ll be with you momentarily.”
She turned and walked through the door he held open for her. At the last moment she turned and looked at him.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” she asked.
He pulled her close and kissed her gently on the mouth. Then he was turning her and urging her down the path.
“See you in a minute.” She smiled. He nodded and bowed, and then turned and walked into the bungalow. Darcy sighed as she walked down the path. The sky was darkening fast. But above her through the palm trees she saw a full moon. It was going to be an enchanting evening. Her pearls stroked her as she walked. She could feel moisture threatening to run down her thigh as her pussy lubricated with each stroke of the pearls against her clit. It felt decidedly delicious. She smiled as she imagined just what he was going to cook her for dinner. It was going to be fabulous.
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