101 EROTICA STORIES (14 page)

She allowed a short laugh to escape her, the sweet sound so much more welcome to his ears than her husband’s obnoxious laughter. “If that was the case, I’d like to find whoever’s responsible and give him my sincere gratitude.”

“I’d actually like to do the same,” he mused, smiling mirthfully down at her. “I’m not sure any of the guests would admit to it however. But maybe that’s what makes it fun, the whole mystery to it.”

Another guest joined their conversation moments later, none the wiser to what had transpired between them several minutes prior to making her appearance. To anyone who had passed them, they were just two people in the middle of a party sharing some idle conversation, and they both made sure to make it look that way, keeping their distance. Marie knew that the second his touch lingered on her long enough, she’d blow their cover.

She couldn’t wait until next week. A full week left to her own devices not only meant that she was free from having to deal with her unbearable husband, but it also meant a week filled with unadulterated passion to be shared with Jack. The more she thought about it, the less she cared about how great a wrong she was committing by sharing her bed with a man other than her husband, finding the situation exhilarating and too fulfilling to give up.

The phone rang one Friday evening and Mrs. Jigs picked it up wearily. It was the 3rd time the phone rang in like 15 minutes. “Hello.” She said in her usual charming tone. Her expression changed from weariness to excitement in a flash. I looked at her from where I was sitting, wondering who the caller was. She sat there----all prim and proper, her hands doing most of the talking. I went back to reading my magazine. Probably some friend, I thought.

She put down the phone and announced excitedly. “We are all going to Koh Samui for a week!” She was beaming with excitement. “My brother called and he invited us to stay at his villa.” She looked at me then. “Yes, including you dear. So better pack your bags. We’ll be leaving this Sunday.”  I looked back with a big grin on my face. Tania is going to have a blissful week in Thailand! Well, that’s me----I’m Tania.

My employer, Maria Jigs is a single mom who happens to be engaged to a certain Tom. I’ve met him once but just briefly since I don’t want my boss to think that I am showing particular interest to her fiancé. Her daughter France is a delightful blondie with a cute smile. I like her a lot, expect when she pulls her pranks on me like dotting myself with baby powder when I fall asleep or adding peanut butter to my coffee. Yeah---she can be handful sometimes but she’s real cute.

The entire trip has been pleasant, with lots of sightseeing on the way to the villa. I have always known that Koh Samui is a lush paradise, but nothing could have prepared me for the beauty of the place. We stayed at the Manyan Tree, where Mrs. Jigs’ brother’s villa was. There were four of us----Mrs. Jigs  (Leanne), Tom, France, and I. Arthur, Leanne’s brother, and her wife Anne, greeted us warmly as we arrived. Arthur looked like the ultra hot version of Leanne. He’s about 6 feet tall, with a caramel complexion, and almond eyes. His wife Anne is half Japanese and very petite---like a dainty doll. Her flawless skin is amazing, while her eyes seem to smile all the time.

Being here is dream come true for me. I have always wanted to go on an island vacation. The view here is simply fantastic----clear blue skies with no clouds, tall palm trees that sway with the breeze, the beach just a few steps away, and the inviting fine white sand. I sighed. I could get used to this kind of life.

Tom’s villa has three rooms---with its own private pool. It is such a glorious haven, filled with trees and tropical flowers. The sundecks near the pool have large native seating areas. The view from the balcony is simply amazing. I don’t think I would ever want to leave. The interiors are laidback yet luxurious, with island theme decors that are eye catching and work perfectly with the colours outside. The windows make the entire villa seem like a glass house as the dramatic Samui skyline can be seen in the entire villa, even inside the baths.

We ate some grilled sea food for dinner---which was yum, as well as different kinds of barbecues and skewers. We grilled them ourselves and it was a great experience watching the sun set on the horizon as the smell of grilled goodies wafted in the air. For some reason, Arthur kept bumping on to me that day. He’s a funny man and his face becomes animated whenever he tells a story. His wife was a different story. She’s very meek and very poised---like a pampered royal. Tom was a huge surprise. If you look at him, you’d think he’s a pompous guy. In reality, he’s very down to earth, smart, and a bit sarcastic but in a nice way. He is cleanly shaven, as opposed to how he looked like when I first saw him. Not bad at all, Mrs. Jigs.

Dinner went well. France seems to be having the time of her life. The kid loves swimming, and here she can swim all she wants. I can’t wait to get a tan. I’ve always been pale and envious of people who have a golden complexion. Since a trip in the tropics is a rare experience for me, I bought a bag full of swimsuits. I might not be able to use them quite a lot since I will be “working” the rest of our stay. However, I might be able to have some soak very early in the morning---while my young pal is still asleep.

Naturally, I was assigned to sleep with France. Our room is amazing. It has a big four poster bed, cushy pillows and a spectacular picture window. It’s like being surrounded with lush greenery on every corner. The two other rooms are to be occupied by the couples.

 I gazed out the window and saw the men bonding over bottles of beer. Tom was wearing a navy shirt, while Arthur does not wear any. I could clearly see his broad shoulders and the ripples just above his belly button. He’s hot. Too bad he’s married.

That night, the women slept early, while Tom and Arthur spent some time swimming. After lulling France to sleep, I went to the poolside to gaze at the stars on one of the lounge chairs. The breeze made the balmy night a bit cooler. I changed to one of my bikinis and donned on a see through tunic. I long to swim but I felt so relaxed sitting that I shrugged the thought. Maybe later. As I continued to gaze at the stars dotted midnight blue sky, I felt someone sit beside me. It was Arthur.

“I had no idea my sister has a very pretty babysitter.” He started to say.

“Me too.” We bought laughed at that one.

I felt his gaze travel through my scantily dressed body and every nerve of me tingled with. I was not able to move my head to look for sure, but I could have sworn that my nipples have already come to life. I felt them straining against the thin fabric of my pink bikini top. I shifted my position to give him a better view of my cleavage. My breasts are my best asset and I learned how to use them to my advantage. I heard his intake of breath and I smiled to myself. It works every time.

The entire villa is already quiet and I realize that we are the only ones awake. I stood up quickly and started to excuse myself. Arthur stopped me.

“The next villa on the right is also mine. Do you like to see it?”

I hesitated only for a second and nodded. “Follow me.”

We walked towards the garden that leads to the other villa. As he turned on the lights, I gasped at the beauty of the place. It was smaller compared to the villa we are staying in, but more lavishly decorated.

The pool here is bigger and the balcony has an even better view since it is nearer the beach.  He led me to the large living room. As I sat on the couch, I crossed my legs and covered my breasts with one of the pillows. “I have no idea why I went here with you.”

“I know very well why you came here.” He said as he looked at me.

I raised my eyebrows at that. “You do?”

“Yes. You came here because you want me to take a better look at those plump goodies you are hiding there.” His eyes focused on my breasts then, looking like he was willing the pillow to throw itself on the couch.

I slowly removed the pillow, uncrossed my legs, and spread them apart. “Is that all?”

“Totally up to you, T.”

“I see.”

I bent slightly as my legs were spread apart, my feet flat on the floor. This will show him, I thought. In that position, I seductively rubbed my hands on my thighs. I thought about those naughty games I used to play with the guys when I was younger, when we mimic sex noises. I cooed and moaned, remembering how it used to drive the boys wild. “Ooooh Arthur... Fuck me Arthur...Mmmmmmm oooooooooh...”

Apparently, it works for a 30 something married men, who is as sexy as hell, as well. He stood there, his weight focus on one foot, his hand on his pocket. I slowly grind my hips on the couch and as I did so, I trailed my hands on the sides on my upper body, making my hands massage the sides of my breasts. I spread my legs even wider and as I touched my self in front of him, while I was only wearing my bikini really turned me on. My palms are doing all the work now, showing the shape of my tits in the most erotic way possible. I threw my head back to expose my neck, revealing my milky skin. I cupped both my breasts now and made bouncing motions with my hands, making them jiggle. Arthur’s eyes refuse to blink even once. As my breasts moved up and down like rubber balls, I watched his joystick come to life. The bulge between his legs is more than proof of what’s going on inside him. I looked at it and narrowed my eyes. My lips parted involuntarily and as I licked my bottom lip, I also rubbed my fingers on the front of my bikini. God I am dripping wet.

I glanced down at my breasts and noticed that they are fuller now. I continued to rub my fingers down there. Loving the way the crease in between his eyebrows became more prominent as he watched I am doing.

I looked at him, waiting for his lead.

“Don’t tell me you intend to stop now.” He said. The challenge in his tone woke up the bad girl in me. The bad, bad girl in me.

“I have a boyfriend Arthur. You have a wife.” I said testily. “Besides, I don’t think you can handle me. Most men would be on my toes now.”

“What did you just say?” He asked. His voice tinged with anger.

“I don’t think you can please me.”

That did it for him. In three long strides, he was already in front of me. He gripped me by the hair and looked at me squarely. “Take those words back.”

“I won’t.”

“Suit yourself.”

He continued to hold me by the hair and started to fondle my breasts. I tried to cover my self with my hands, but before I even reached them, he slapped my hands away. “Don’t even think about it, Tania.”

His hands felt oh so wonderful on my skin. They are rough, but not chapped. Plus, he has dark big hands that are just as manly as his face. My breasts responded to all the kneading that my bikini top seems too small and tight for me now. My nipples strained even more against the cotton, making me look like a hot cover girl for a men’s mag.

I gave a soft sigh as he started kissing my neck and held his nape. He was kneeling on the floor while I was still sitting on the couch. He pressed his warm body against my breasts as his lips found mine. Arthur tastes really good---like a maple candy. He nibbled on my lips and teased them until they parted. My mouth welcomed his tongue with feigned hesitation before I went full throttle with the kiss. Before I knew it, I was panting and moaning as his tongue twisted my own. The feel of his velvety tongue on mine was pure bliss.  It’s as if something gooey, soft, and sweet is inside my mouth.

His hands found my breasts again and this time, his lips followed. He trailed hot sensual kisses over my now almost bare breasts and pulled the string of my bikini top. His mouth found my budding nipples, and as he popped one into his mouth and started to suckle, I thought I’d melt. He sucked me like a babe, a hungry one at that. His mouth tugged at my tits as his tongue flicked my nipple. His other hand moulded my other breast making me moan deeply.

I leaned back on the couch as he licked my tits and squeezed them gently. I held on to his shoulders for support, closing my eyes as the sensations become better and better. The more he licks me, the wetter I become. His waist is sandwiched in between my legs, as his mouth continued to torture my nipple. He rubbed his waist against the front of my bikini bottom and the friction was just phenomenal. I cannot get enough. Before things got even farther, he stopped. I looked up at him, surprise completely written in my eyes.

“You hurt my feelings when you said I couldn’t please you.” He jabbed.

“I was just...”

“Did you think you’d get it that easily?” He raised his eyebrow mockingly.

I sagged on the couch, frustration and arousal making a heated cocktail up and down my body. “All right, I’m sorry. Now, shall we continue?”

His laughter filled the room. Shaking his head, he said “Tease me, Tania. I want you to beg.”

“What? Beg? Is this some kind of a joke?”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?” He said, looking at me with a smirk I so wanted to kiss off.