Private Island (Sexy Summer Vol. 1)
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Sexy Summer Vol. 1
Private Island
Mindy Wilde
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Dear Readers,
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Winter Wonderland (A Sensual Short Story) was written to be a quick, fun, and sensual journey.
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I hope you continue to check in with me each week as I will be adding new and backlist romance and erotica short stories, series, and novelettes to the collection.
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Titles in this series include:
Private Island (Sexy Summer Vol. 1)
Beach House (Sexy Summer Vol. 2)
The Cruise (Sexy Summer Vol. 3)
Omnibus (Sexy Summer Trilogy)
For More Titles By Mindy you can click on the tab in the table of contents or see the page in the back of this book.
Private Island
“Wow look at the color!
The turquoise of the water almost looks neon.”
“Jessica you crack me up.”
I sat staring out the window of the plane transfixed at the tropical waters less than a thousand feet beneath us.
Rob had put this vacation together entirely without my input and the controlling Type A personality in me itched to know more.
Unfortunately there would be no scratch to sooth my curiosity as he insisted on keeping the entire weekend a surprise.
With no idea what was in-store I just sat back and enjoyed the view out of the tinted windows in Rob’s Cirrus.
He had received his pilot’s license several years ago after selling his first company and bought the very sleek single engine aircraft we now found ourself in.
Rob was good at spoiling me and traveling by general aviation was absolute heaven.
I no longer had to dread the long wait in security lines or the discomfort of a passenger leaning his seat into my tray.
Instead, I was now able to read my book in fine leather trimmed luxury while skimming low enough to the Bahamian waters to provide a chance to see wildlife.
At the moment we found ourselves somewhere over radiantly colored tropical waters with only a few distant islands in sight.
We had already cleared Bahamian customs which amounted to little more than landing and saying hi as they wished us a wonderful stay.
Our current flight was the final leg of our journey which Rob said would culminate with a landing on a small remote airstrip.
From there, we would need to take a boat to our final destination.
“Hey honey, how long will it be before we land.”
Rob stared at the brightly lit screens that encompassed the panel.
“It looks like we have about forty five minutes before landing.”
“Ok, thanks.” I said innocently as my mind constructed plans that were decidedly less so.
As Rob returned his focus to monitoring the gauges of our aircraft I slowly slid my hand over to his right thigh.
Using my fingers I kneaded his tight muscles.
A relaxing exhale confirmed his appreciation for my impromptu massage.
However, I had no intention of stopping there and slid my hand further into his seat wrapping my fingers around his hardening cock.
His hips moved involuntarily against my hand and Rob turned to look in my direction.
“Jessica, what are you doing?
I can’t fly with you distracting me like that.”
“This plane has autopilot doesn’t it?”
Rob looked at me with lusting eyes as he considered the logistics of my offer.
After a long pause he reached over and pressed a series of three buttons.
Rob released his hand from the controls to confirm that the plane was navigating under it’s own power.
Satisfied he returned his attention to me.
I took my cue and increased the pressure as my fingers traced the outline of his hardened shaft through the thick fabric of his shorts.
“Now this just won’t do.” I said teasingly.
My fingers worked their way to his waistband and I expertly freed the button and zipper as I had done so many times before.
I was no stranger to his manhood and really enjoyed the thickness that Rob brought to the table.
While I wouldn’t classify myself as a slut by any means I was no prude either.
I enjoyed sex and liked being with a partner that did as well.
It was time to prime the pump for our weekend getaway and so I went to work.
His rigid mass sprung free from the hole of his boxers and I firmly grabbed the base of his shaft.
Earlier when Rob had agreed to the proposition I had released my seatbelt and was now free to move into a better position.
I turned my body towards him and kneeled on the black leather seat underneath me.
The extra clearance allowed greater access as I leaned over the center console and buried his huge cock inside my mouth.
“Oh fuck!” Rob muttered as I pulled him deep inside of me.
I was so grateful for this man who treated me so well.
I desperately wanted to show him some gratitude as I rolled my tongue around the base of his rod. I continued to push forward until my lips met the skin of his torso.
My gag reflex started to rear it’s head but I focused on relaxing and maintained his depth.
Finally satisfied with my efforts I withdrew his length along my lips and cupped his warm skin of his sack.
Rob moaned and confirmed his appreciation for my actions.
I transitioned into a smooth up and down motion on his engorged member.
Using one of my hands I stroked the base of his cock as I moved the other hand deeper, stimulating the sensitive skin underneath.
By the response I received it was obvious that we would have no problem finishing before it was time to land.
My fingers continued to explore his hidden erogenous zones and I picked up the speed of my oral attention.
A twitching against my tongue followed by the slight salty taste of my man signaled that it was almost time.
I readied myself for the force of his cum splashing against the back of my throat.
It had been a few days since I last relived him and I knew that I would feel the intensity of his pent of tension.
Being careful not to hit the rudder pedals on the floor Rob braced himself and grabbed the leather sides of his captain’s chair.
When the moans changed to yells I pushed down hard pulling his length deep in my throat.
I was rewarded with a hot rush of fluid that I eagerly swallowed.
Rob’s eyes closed as his spent body went limp.
I waited a moment longer as I licked the last of his ejaculation of the tip.
Normally at this point I might be a little offended with a lack of reciprocity but at a thousand feet up I figured landing safely outweighed taking care of the moist mound that I now hid between my legs.
I really looked forward to getting on the ground so that I might have a chance to change into some clean dry underwear.
Rob slowly regained his composure and examined the engine gauges to make sure we were ready for the approach.
I watched him lustfully knowing that I would eventually get my satisfaction.
For now I had to be patient and admire the skill and surprisingly rugged good looks of my pilot lover as he brought us in for a smooth landing.
The rough coral airstrip caused the plane to bounce as we taxied back to the ramp.
The outside air temperature probe indicated that it was ninety five degrees outside our glass bubble cockpit.
Luckily Rob had splurged for the GTS package on his plane and we sat in air conditioned luxury.
We pulled around to a square parking pad wear two other planes had been secured for an indeterminate amount of time.
We both popped our doors and were immersed with the hot sticky air of the Caribbean.
There was a gentle breeze that helped cool our perspiring skin.
Rob told me to hang on for a second as he jumped out of the cockpit onto the wing and exited the aircraft.
He quickly ran around the tail held my hand as I navigated the step down from the wing to the single step below.
I carefully stepped down focusing hard to not trip on the sandals I had foolishly worn for the flight and soon found myself with both feet on the ground.
“Jessica, do you see that dock over there?”
“You mean those couple of planks?”
“That’s the one.
Our ride is going to meet us over there as soon as I call them.
There is a little hut with a roof for shade that you can wait in just to the right of it.
I am going to secure the plane and get our luggage out. As soon as I am done I will meet you over there.”
I leaned in and kissed him.
“Thank you honey, you’re the best.”
“Hey, I figure that’s the least I could do after you gave me the most interesting flight of my life.
They didn’t cover those procedures when I was getting my pilot’s license.”
I laughed and then a thought occurred to me.
“So does this mean that we are now a part of the mile high club?”
“Sorry babe, we were only a thousand feet off the deck.
I guess we will just have to try again and this time I will make sure to check the altimeter and make it official.”
We both laughed again and I headed down to find some relief in the shade.
I really had met the most amazing man.
Rob always kept me on my toes and I was looking forward to whatever he had planned next.
It took Rob two trips across the rough trail to haul our luggage to the dock.
I apologized for over-packing but blamed it on his secrecy about our trip.
“Hey, it’s a little hard to pack when you don’t know if your being whisked away to Hawaii or Alaska.”
“It’s no problem I just needed to bust your chops a bit.
Where we’re going you’re not going to need much of anything.”
About ten minutes later a small white boat with two large engines on the back drifted into the dock.
An older gentlemen with an English accent greeted us and promptly loaded the bags into the vessel.
“So are you two ready to head to the resort?”
“Absolutely!” we responded in unison.
I was wondering exactly where Rob had put us up for the weekend as the boat slowly made it’s way out of the shallow waters surrounding the dock.
The colors around us quickly darkened to the same rich turquoise I had seen from the air and our host pushed the throttle forward shooting us off through the small chop of the Caribbean Sea.
The scenery was absolutely breathtaking.
We were surrounded by hundreds of small islands, many of them uninhabited.
Most of the shores were lined with natural caves and I became very excited at the prospect of doing some snorkeling in them.
Our driver kept the throttle wide open and the breeze resultant breeze felt amazing on my toasty skin.
I was staring off the back-end of the boat when I heard the motor wind down and felt us slow.
Excitedly I spun around in my seat hoping to catch a glimpse of our final destination.
The boat was about fifty feet away slowly motoring towards small dock.
This pier appeared to provide access to a small island with several homes placed along it’s shore.
“Rob, what is this place?” I asked with the self-control of a child waiting to open their Christmas gifts.
“This is Lovers Cay, a small private island resort in the Exumas.
There are four villas on the island and we will be staying in one called The Nest.”
“That sound’s so amazing.
I love you.”
I leaned in and snuck another kiss.
As I scanned the tropical surroundings of our private island accommodations I found the yearnings from the plane beginning to grow once again.
Hopefully we could adjourn to our villa quickly and I could really show Rob how much I loved his surprise.
