Island of Desire - Part 2 : A Hedonistic Beach Erotic Romance

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This is your time, your time to relax, your time for sensuous satisfaction, your time to release that in a woman as you listened to my voice and feel the story moving through your body, as you enjoyed to night's show. And Jane awoke, but fought the desire to open her eyes.

The soft orange glow of the sun caressed through her eyelids, the salty mist of the sea reminding her that she wasn't in the city, the ebb and flow of the tide gave a gentle chorus to her waking moments, like being in a dream, and Jane certainly didn't want to shatter that illusion. She struggled with the ideas that just twenty four hours ago she awoke to the sound of police sirens and the stink of the inner city. Now she awoke to the feeling of being well clean, oddly

pure and innocent. She could feel the gentle rise and fall of Nick's chest under her cheek, her hands still on his chest. A blanket had appeared during the night to cover them both. She honestly had no recollection of it covering them. Presumably one of the other people of the party must have taken pity on them and covered them. Although she had to admit the air felt so warm,

she really doubted it was necessary. Resisting the urge to open her eyes or even move in case it might turn all of this into some vague dream, Jane immersed herself in the warm glow of the warming sand. Inevitably, her mind drifted back to last night and what she had done, what they had done. Maybe she could cast off her inhibitions after all, Well maybe not all, but she certainly felt that even in the gentle light of dawn. There were parts of her that were awake that she

had pretended just weren't there. It just wasn't what a lady did or even thought about. Yet, even now, with Nick laying peacefully underneath her, the memories of last night stirred and desire deep within her. It was all she could do to squeeze her thighs together in a vain attempt to control the gentle throbbing between her legs. It did little to help. In fact, it only made it worse, the caress of her dampness reminding her how much she

wanted to explore her desires. Very gently, she moved her leg around Nick's thighs, the hairs on her leg bristling gently against her soft flesh. Very slowly, she started grinding her hips against him, feeling his muscle tens in his sleep, accentuated the sensation moving through a pussy. Rubbing her clips slowly along his tense muscle is gentle pulsing, creating a

tingling deep within her. Gently, she slid her hand down the plane of his stomach and slowly over his growing erection, pushing along his length with the heel of her palm. Her fingers explored his balls, massaging them gently, determined not to awaken him. Feeling them tighten under her touch, she

smiles at herself, listening to his gentle moans. Sensuously, she traces one finger nail back up the length of his now hardcock, and as she reaches the tip of him, she caresses that most sensitive part of his erection, grinning like a cheshire cat as his moans grow even louder despite his sleep. Opening her eyes, she watches a torment of pleasure moving over his face, Lowering her lips, brushing them over his nipples. She circles one with her tongue

before sucking it between her lips. The burning between her thighs moves over her body, a torrent of arousal, electrifying every nerve in her the intensity in her pussy, denying

her the urge to take things slowly. She slides over Nick's eyes, holding his cock firmly in her hand, teasing the head of him along her lips, rubbing him against her clit, forcing a low moan from her own throat, before gently sliding down his length, clutching with need around his girth, her lips stretching, aching to move faster, but stopping herself, denying her that pleasure just for a moment longer, just enjoy the feeling of his cock growing inside her,

filling her even deeper. Watching Nick move his pelvis, thrusting lazily as if in a dream, Jane slides her fingers over his chest, rubbing his nipples between her fingers, pinching them. The sensation of his body tensing against her, filling her with need and desire, the desperate clutching of her core

reminding her of her own need for satisfaction. Lowering her head, her lips brush over Nick's a rec nipple, her tongue playing with him, teasing him, his moans becoming more of a growl, reminding her of his final moments last night. Jane raises her pussy slowly along the length of his cock, feeling the very tip of him caressing her faults, before biting his nipple and pushing her pussy down hard along

his shaft, riding him as hard as she can. His eyes shooting open, his pupils dilated by the intensity of the sensations moving through him, he cries out a guttural moan, unrelenting.

Jane pushes up and down his cock, increasing her speed faster and faster, harder and harder as she feels her pussy clutching at every delicious inch, her toes curling in the sand, her thighs tensing as her body trembles in anticipation of a rising orgasm, trying to hold it back to time it with Nicks, but her pussy has other ideas, and when his hand reaches for her clip and rubs it furiously, she can do nothing but submit to her need, her whole body tensing, her pussy clutching furiously at his

thrusting cock, the sensations of his wide shaft rubbing the walls of her pussy taking her over the edges or augasom explodes through her, her core tightening around his cock, squeezing until the sensation of a stream of his warm comb fills her needs, gently riding him as she enjoys the sensation of his still pulsing cock inside her. Jane pushes her hand through her hair, smiling and saying good morning. Nick grins back at her, still panting. He managed just

to say morning. That's quite the alarm call. Yes, I'm glad that no one decided to have in ear any morning stroll. Pulling her gently on to him, he kisses her tenderly before saying, well, you do seem to be coming out of your shell. I'm more surprised than anyone. If my friends at home could see me now, And what would they say, Jane, Nick asks softly, as she lays her head on his chest, the gentle pulsing of his cock maintaining the aft to glow in her body. Well,

they would be surprised. I normally come across as very reserved, she replies, her fingers playing with his chest. But you aren't inside. Yes, well no, and yes, come on, you'll have to explain now, Nick said, through a gentle laugh. Well, Jane said, pausing for a moment. I have thoughts. I wouldn't call them fantasies, but more ideas that seem to make my body ache in such very desperate ways. But to be honest, my partners have been very familiar, so

I kind of accepted that as a norm. I won't ask what the ideas are just yet, but if you want to explore them, feel free. There is no judgment here. We'll see. I think I might be too shy to come that far to my show, She whispers. Well, whatever you're comfortable with. So what's on today? Jane asked, desperate to change the tone of the conversation and save any more embarrassment. Generally, some people will be jet legs, so

they'll rest most of the day. I'm not sure what time it is, but we tend to have a barbecue on the beach around seven, although that can be any time up until eleven. We're not very big on timekeeping. Most of the day we will catch up with old friends, telling stories about our lives and our artwork, sharing photos, and meeting the people that are here for the first time.

Running his fingers through her hair before he continues. When dust comes, we usually do a sensory exploration, which is a way for people to let go of the shackles of their normal life and really let their creativity flow. Just their creativity, Jane asks, giggling. Creativity comes in many forms, and some people need something a little more physical to let go of the shackles. By the third day, pretty much everyone will be completely relaxed and we can share

in each other's energy. Jane smiles to herself as she closes her eyes. The intensity of her orgasm, finally lulling her to sleep on his chest. When she awakes, the smell of the barbecue hangs heavy in the air. There was laughing and talking a little way off. Her stomach grumbled like a crutchedy old man, reminding her she hadn't eaten since she left her apartment yesterday morning. Shaking Nick awake, she said, let's get food. I can smell bacon cooking,

her voice overflowing with excitement. Nick gazed at her blearily as she grabbed his hand, pulling him up. She threw his discard disclosed at him before grabbing her own, getting dressed quickly. He was still buttoning his shirt by the time she was looking civil again. Pushing her hair back, she fastened it into a ponytail before pressing him to hurry up. Come on, Nick, I'm starving. As they stumbled over the sand hurriedly, Jane carrying the Samaritan's blanket and

Nick still buttoning his shirt. By the time they reached the bonfire, which was now just dying embers apart from one area where they had stoked it to create a makeshift barbecue. Gwyn and Mark were both sat there devouring the best smelling bacon Jane had ever experienced. Two others were sat on large stones, but Jane didn't recognize him yet. Still they smiled warmly as she approached. Gwynn smiled wildly at Jane as she said, I'd grabbed the bacon quickly,

otherwise I might just eat the lot. Putting the blanket down on the sand, Jane grabbed the paper plate and some bacon from the iron pan before sitting on the blanket and leaning back against a rock next to gwyn gwyn leaned down to her and whispered, I hope it wasn't too cold last night, and don't worry if you've got anything on the blanket, it washes easily. Jane looked up at her, a blush burning across her face. Quinn just smiled in response, winking before devouring another slice of bacon.

Nick grabbed a paper plate and some bacon before refilling the pan with some more uncooked bacon before he sat next to Jane. Introducing the other two women sat in the circle, Jane, this is Penny and her amuse Beth. They're both very talented musicians. They were playing the drums last night. Both smiled warmly at Jane as they ate their bacon. Jane smiled back, suddenly feeling very shy. The

conversation was light and friendly around the barbecue. As the morning wore on, more and more people joined the little group. Jane couldn't hope to remember all the names of the people she was introduced to. She was never very good with names at the best of times, but having so many thrown at her in such a short space of time was confusing, to say the least. As a group spoke of their times back home, discussing their art and passing their phones around to display photos, Jane was surprised

how good these people were. Why the hell hadn't she heard of any of them? They were far better than anything she had seen for sale at home. Gwyn giggled nervously as she told her story. She was hoping for a large commission when she returned home, and with the regular, smaller work she had coming in already, she felt confident she could finally leave her as a receptionist at the attorney's office. Passing her phone round to show her work, Penny giggled, does she look through the photos? I didn't

know you did, Lingery Gwin. Jane studied Gwynn's reaction for a moment. She just calmly replied with I'm willing to try anything you of all people know that. Penny. Penny fell silent, the caress of a blush coloring her cheeks before she passed the phone on. With all the talking and various foods being passed around, with what seemed like an endless supply of water, Jane lost track of time.

Some of the group returned to the hotel, returning with various pieces of wood and kindling before building the fire back up again, and within minutes it was reaching up into the sky, lighting the dust once more. As a fire settled into a comfortable blaze. Nick stood up and spoke to the group, we have three new members with us, and in total eighteen. Here might I suggest we split into three groups of six, each with a new member to start our century exploration. A chorus of agreement rose

from the group. Nick nodded and walked back to the hotel, returning briefly with the basket, placing it on the sand in front of him. He said, I know I say this every year, so you should all know there is no judgment. What we feel is absolutely correct. For us. Now, everyone grab a blindfold and let's get this week properly started. Blindfold,

Jane muttered, no one said anything about a blindfold. Gwyn turned to her, obviously hearing Jane's private comment, and said, just go with it, Jane, It's fun, I promise, before grabbing her arm and lifting her from the blanket. They joined the q the basket. Within minutes, they were both sat down on the blanket, Jane thumbing her blindfold and wondering, what next do you want me to help you put it on? Gwinn asked, now, it's okay, I'll manage. Gwinn

just shrugged before securing her own blindfold. Tentatively, Jane placed the blindfold around her head, tying it a world suddenly becoming very dark. As a minutes passed, Jane became very aware of the sensation of the fire, the caress of its heat, somehow more intense than it was earlier. Every crackle of the burning logs louder than before. Even the distant sound of the tide lapping at the beach seemed to somehow surround her. What happens now, Jane asked, feeling

a little disorientated. Well, first, we talk about the sensations we fell, and then I will suggest scenarios, and we immerse ourselves in those scenarios and describe all the sensations we feel. Think of it as a game of senses. Nick's voice said next to her, Damn, that man could walk quietly. Jane hadn't even heard in return, Penny, why don't you start? Penny momentarily looked pensive. I'm sure, before

saying I can smell the bacon. The fire warms my skin, and I hear the sound of the tide against the shoreline in the distance. Good Beth, your turn. Taking a breath, Beth said. The smell of the embers and the fragrance of delicious bacon fills my nostrils. The melody of waves and fire form a chorus in my ears. My skin tingles from the radiance of the flames, blushing over me. Very good now, Mark Nick said, smiling. Mark announced the taste of the freshly cooked bacon on an open fire

moistens my taste buds. My skin is electrified by the heat of the fire, sending pulses of warmth radiating over me. The fragrance of the sea as a sea crashes against sa veitch stimulates my nostrils. That saltiness that hangs in the air teases my lips. He pauses for a moment, raising his nose as if overstatedly sniffing the air, before continue. The gentle odor of Gwinn's wet pussy excites my memory and brings the taste of it from this morning back

to my tongue. The group laughed as Gwynn punches Mark on the shoulder before saying to him in a stirring tone, hush, we had a shower aft. Very good. Possibly a little more information than we need, but good. Nonetheless, Gwinn, see if you can follow that, Nick said, grinning. Taking a breath, she whispers gently, the sound of the sea as it kisses the beach reminds me of a lover's kiss their tongue as it explores my body. The saltiness in the air from the sea teases at my tongue, as if

the taste of my lover was still there. The heat of the fire caresses over my body, the gentle breath of a dragon that explores every inch of me. Stopping, Jane can hear the changing Gwinn's breathing. She can almost feel her body responding to all those sensations. Very emotive, excellent. Notice how Gwyn immersed herself in the sensations around her. Now, Jane, take your time, Just immerse yourself in the feelings around you and say exactly what you feel. There is no

right or wrong answers, Nick said softly. Pausing for a moment, decided if she was going to do it, she may as well go full out. Licking her lips, she began, The fragrance of the sea reminds me of its gentle caress along my thighs. Its saltiness caresses my tongue like pre come as my mouth explores my lover's cock. Pausing again, that gentle achre started between her thighs. Remembering the sea moving along her pussy caressing her, She squeezes her thighs together,

trying to control the desire building inside her. The next words just come out as if they had been restrained for a hundred years and were just desperate to escape.

My pussy throbs with desire at the sensation of the waves kissing my passion, the aching I feel when on my knees taking every inch of my lover's cock into my mouth, pausing again, her nipples aching from the heat of the fire, remembering watching Mark and Gwynn dance in the firelight, her breasts moving so freely, Jane's mouth drying. She licks her lips again before continuing. My nipples burn in the fire. My call aches at the memory of

Gwynn and Mark caress by the gentle light. The excitement moves like electriacity through my body as I remember watching them dance, imagining them touch each other, exploring their bodies, Mark's head between Gwynn's thighs as she pushed her legs over his shoulders. Gasping as she finished, Jane suddenly realized how immersed she was in the image. Excellent, Jane, you're really getting into this. Okay, Let's try some scenarios. Let's

really develop our imagery and let ourselves go. Nick said, Jane, Let's start with you a massage room. Take your time and get a real sense of the room and everything happening within it. Taking a moment, Jane imagined what she thought a massage room would be like. She imagined a clean, white room, ascential oils burning somewhere on the other side, and gentle music playing, taking a breath before she says, I am laying face down on a massage bed. A

soft towel covers me from the waist down. It's luxurious material caressing my ass. There is a gentle breeze caressing my back, goosebumps moving up and down in the anticipation of my massage. The combination of soft music and the fragrance of essential oils relaxes me, seduces me deeper within myself. I'm aware of another person in the room. Turning my head, there is another bed not four feet away. A woman lays on it. She is, like me, naked apart from

a towel. I can smell her body lotion. The heady scent of coconut seems to warm me deep inside, as if it was teasing at me somehow. As the woman turns her head, her eyes hold my gaze as she smiles, a warm, welcoming smile that accentuates the goosebumps over my body. Just watching her, I can feel a tingle of excitement, but between my thighs a needy ache growing inside me.

In her mind's eye, Gwyn is laying on the bed, smiling in her gentle, open way, Jane is more than a where of the desire growing within her, but the desire for what she isn't sure. The door opens, a mark walks in. She continues, I see a masseuse walking in. His body is athletic and strong. The tingle of excitement I already feel grows within me. The fragrance of the oil he applies to his hands is exotic and alluring.

I find myself licking my lips for no reason, watching his hands move up and down Gwyn's back, the oil glistening. The steady, firm motion of his hands seemed to relax Jane without him touching her, as if he were luring her further into the fantasy. Jane hears Gwinn's gentle moanes of pleasure and relaxation as his hands move up and down her body, slick with oil, noticing how Gwyn's body responds as his hands moved down her back, her ass rising slightly as if inviting him lower, willing his hands

to move over her ass. Even from this position, Jane can see the bulge in his white linen pants, his erection firmly tinting the material as he moves up and down Gwyn's body. As he moves round to stand in front of Gwinn's head, she lifts it slightly before he resumes massaging up and down her torso. Gwyn seems to be etching her mouth forward somehow. Already Jane concede Gwinn's desire to taste him, to have that moment of his

hard cock pressing against her mouth. Jane groans in pleasure as she watches Gwyn grinding her mound on the massage bed. Gwinn's moans become louder and louder. Jane then suddenly feels strong, oily hands along her own back as the electricity shoots along every nerve, and she feels her own ass rising with her need. The caress of hands up and down her back, pushing her desire fully between her thighs. Even over the smell of the massage oels, Jane can smell

her own feminine desire. Knowing how wet she is, she squeezes her thighs together in the hope of stemming any juices dripping from her throbbing pussy. As she watches Marks stretching over Gwinn's body, his hands exploring under her towel, his cock pressing against Gwinn's lips through the material of his pants. Gwynn mouths it hungrily, wantonly, her hands reaching up and squeezing his tight ass as he moans loudly

Jane's own ass. Gyrates at the sight in front of her, Her pussy clutches with need as she parts her leg the cool breeze, caressing that soft flesh and kissing her naked pussy. As the towel drops to the floor, leaving her glistening lips naked and exposed, Maud flips Gwinn over, her towel discarded like Jane's in her body perfectly naked. Gwyn slides up the massage table, her head dropping over the end as Markham fastens his pants, letting them drop

to the floor, his throbbing cock standing proud in the air. Hungrily, gwyn lifts her head, her lips sliding around his bullsack, and his moans of pleasure the only indication of the veracious work her tongue was doing inside her mouth. Jane realized her hips were moving in time with the motion of Gwinn's mouth, willing some imaginary cock to fill her passion.

The hands of her masseuse cradled the globes of her ass, his strong fingers parting her cheeks before she felt the salacious caress of his tongue over her ass, sending her body into rapture as he explored her most private area. Pushing back against his mouth with urgency, willing him to take her anyway he would, Jane felt all her inhibitions drop away. She really didn't care how she was folked.

She just needed to be fucked and hard in what seemed like perfect sincreinity, Both men moved at the same time. Jane's massus stood between her thighs, and for the first time, she was aware of his hard naked cock teasing at the folds of her pussy. Feeling an undeniable need for him to be inside her, she pushed back against his erection, inviting him inside, rubbing her wet lips against his cock

to show just how much she wanted this. Mark slid his cock over Gwyn's lips, taunting her need to taste him, allowing her the briefest of kisses along his shaft, her tongue flicking at him with an animalistic need. Desperately, she tried to tempt him into her mouth. Mark guided her head back over the edge of the masseu's bed and slid his cock full length into her mouth. Throat convulsed slightly from her gag reflex before she relaxed and let

his gentle thrusts push deep into her mouth. Leaning over, he kissed down her stomach, biting gently at the soft flesh of her thighs, before his tongue teeth at her clip, circling it, sucking it between his teeth. Gwynn pushed her feet onto the massage bed, forcing her pussy up against his face. Janekob filled the familiar length of his shaft inside her pussy, his hands working forcibly over her ass.

She moans loudly as a single oiled finger slides in through the rosette of her ass, the tip of it massaging inside, sending a whole new sensation cascading over Jane's body. Jane's fingernals gripped the massage bed as she pushed back

against him, willing his thrust deeper and harder. In perfect response, his cock hammered into Jane with long, vicious strokes, her pussy clenching around his thick garth, urging him to come to fill her with his seamen, pushing her head onto the bed, biting at it as both cock and finger pushed deeper than Jane would have thought possible. Her whole

body trembles as she fills her rising orgasm. Looking over to Gwinn, she watches as she pushes her fingers through his hair, holding his head tight against her pussy, her toes curling, her moans stifled by the hard thrust of his cock into her throat. As she grasps his head tightly, Jane just knows she was where she needs to be. His body stiffens, his ass tensing as he explodes deep

in her throat. Watching her inflame Jane's own orgasm, she pushed hard back against her masseuse, forcing him even deeper, forcing him to come. As his warm cum fills her pussy, Jane cries out in sheer animalistic lusts her orgasm cascades down her body and explodes on her clit. Panting jem Jane suddenly realized there was nothing but darkness, the smell of the fire, and the distant sounds of waves kissing the beach. Well, that's quite a scene. Excellent Jane, I

think you'll do great this week. Quinn the same scene, a massage bed, feeling a burning blush over her body. Jane could feel Quinn's fingers running through her hair before she leaned down and whispered, wow, just wow. So I hope you've enjoyed Part two. Part three next week. Now I wonder how filthy I can make this, So on Friday, obviously we have audio secrets. Not sure what I'm going

to talk about now, but I'll find something. There's lots happening, tons too much, and next week we have part three of this. So until then when they can get you back in bed again and we can get wild, this is devil and Wild. Wish you use salacious dreams Wild b