Story Name / Genre: "Island Paradise" (Part 19 of 25) -
M/F, F/F & just about everything else _____________________________________________________________
During the first couple of days on the island, there was absolutely no doubt in my mind that Pamela was the one woman I had been searching for my entire life. She had the whole package - beauty and brains, a friendly demeanor, and total kindness and consideration for others.
I fully believed that my ultimate fantasy woman had stepped into reality - right before my very eyes.
However, those thoughts quickly changed once I became more involved with Amy, who replaced Pamela as my ultimate fantasy. Amy was a different type of fantasy, though. As the only true and bona-fide slut on the island, Amy invoked the idea of an insatiable porn star stepping into my life.
Not only could the 27-year-old NOT be slowed down when it came to sex, but it was virtually impossible to give Amy any type of erotic gratification or fulfillment, either. Her slopey-eyed, been-there-done-that look suggested that no matter what you tried with her, Amy had not only done it before, but she could easily handle it as well.
Her go-for-it attitude and zest for sexual play really appealed to me. Amy's recent history in Ohio, where she lived - with gang-bangs, orgies and strangers all mixed together, was ample proof of her limitless boundaries.
The red-head was the type of woman who, if married to me, would be far from a faithful wife. A "night out with the girls" would surely involve the use of dildos. Amy would have affairs with other men and co-workers alike. As her husband, I would have to accept that - and deal with it.
Perhaps it was the voyeur in me, but I found the thought of having such an insatiable slut as my wife suited me well. Until I really started to think about it, that is...
It wasn't too long after my initial fascination with Amy that my attention had diverted itself toward sweet, little Lindsay. The 18-year-old was everything which most older men can only lust and dream about. With a tight body and a tender, wholesome face, Lindsay appeared more like she was 15 or 16, instead of her actual age. She was the neighbor's flirtatious daughter come to life...
Better described as a cheerleader sweetheart, Lindsay exuded innocence and everything which was right about young women her age. She was caring and considerate, sweet and kind... friendly and very respectful.
Best of all, however, was that Lindsay had a sexual desire within her that could one day even exceed Amy's. It had been awakened and brought to the forefront during our first three weeks here on the island.
Of course, my attention did not stay solely focused upon Lindsay for too long. Soon, both her and Amy were foremost in my dreams. Which one did I want more? The veteran slut, or the possible slut-in-waiting? The edgy, experienced look of Amy... or the tender innocence of Lindsay?
Perhaps one reason why I flip-flopped between Amy and Lindsay so easily was because they were what could best be classified as "extreme fantasies" for me. They were real, yes. But were they what I really wanted in life?
Did I want to have a woman (Amy) who looked like she had just stepped off of a porn-movie set? Did I want my wife or girlfriend to be out until the wee hours of the morning, seducing strangers? Did I want someone who could not be controlled or harnessed? It was a nice fantasy, indeed... but perhaps best left as a fantasy.
On the other hand... did I want a "tight little teen" in my life? Did I want someone so light-headed and immature that until reaching the island, Lindsay knew next to nothing about pleasures of the flesh? She would learn, of course... but did I want to go along for the ride with her?
Much like having a woman who resembled a porn star coming into my life, the idea of corrupting an innocent teen-ager was very appealing. But it too, was best left as a fantasy.
Only adding to the fantasy appeal was that one day, as I said, Lindsay may even exceed Amy on the slut scale. Then, she could not be controlled or harnessed either.
So what exactly DID I want? My initial hope for the island this summer was to find a woman so enticing and tempting that I could entertain thoughts of marrying her.
Being a rich man such as myself has its drawbacks. I find it extremely hard to first find, and then maintain a relationship with a woman. If they are not just after me for my money, it seems, I at least have the suspicion that they are. It makes things incredibly difficult. Plus, I have never been a very trusting person to begin with.
But with the island, I at least had the chance to bring a group of beautiful women together who appealed to me, albeit in various ways. With my voyeur room, I could watch them in their private moments and eavesdrop on their conversations about not only me, but each other, and general life as well.
Maybe, just maybe... I could finally find the woman who would turn out to be the soul-mate I have long yearned for. I had a total of ten weeks to evaluate all of the women and determine which one was right for me... if any of them were.
Although the girls knew I had money, they were not after me for it. Sure... they were overly curious about the big $500,000 payout at the end of the summer. That was human nature on their part.
But the girls weren't after me for my money. Right now... they wanted literally nothing but sex from me.
During the summer, I had the sincere hope that I would completely fall for one of these ladies - and vice versa. That was the whole idea of the island in the first place. Maybe I could find that one special lady, go past the sexual play with her... and then the two of us find love together.
But who did I want? The realization hit me all of a sudden that Amy and Lindsay were not the ones for me. I thought of both of them more like play-things instead of actual people... and that was not a good thing when trying to start a life-long relationship.
I needed a woman who would not only stimulate my body, but my mind as well.
I found that woman upon opening my eyes in the morning.
Pamela looked very divine and peaceful as she lay next to me in bed, her eyes closed as she lounged quietly in the land of dreams. Her face appeared so content and beautiful; I could not help but to reach out and graze it with my hand. She roused for a moment at the touch, but continued sleeping even as I then pecked her lips with a whispery kiss.
I knew it before, got sidetracked for awhile... but now was on the right path once again. Pamela was who I wanted!
Pamela was a goddess who could light up the darkest room with her mere presence alone. She was young, blonde, extremely shapely and wondrously beautiful. As I gazed at her angelic face while she slept away, I knew the woman I had long since dreamed about was right there in front of me.
But it wasn't all about the way Pamela looked. She was such a warm and friendly person. It was obvious to me that Pamela enjoyed the company of everyone who was around her. She didn't come across as being conceited at all - much unlike the great majority of gorgeous women her age. She was very kind and considerate person who cared for others.
Pamela was also a very intelligent and sharp-witted woman as well. That was obvious from her own suspicions about me, which she discussed last night before we had sex with each other. I liked that quality a lot.
A couple of years ago, I would have instantly thought that any woman who was employed as an exotic dancer was an automatic slut. I wouldn't even need to think a second thought about it. But Pamela... she wasn't a slut.
Despite her dancing career - which she was only involved in to have enough money to get through college - Pamela was far from a slut. She wasn't an angel either, mind you.
Pamela was somewhere in the happy medium between angel and slut that I found appealed to me very, very much. She was very adventurous and willing to try new things... but would always be smart about it. Pamela, in fact, was smart about everything in life. She had it ALL together.
I could not help myself as even while Pamela continued sleeping, I began to splay gentle kisses and licks all over the 25-year-old's lovely face. This roused her awake, but it did not matter. I continued kissing her.
"Wh-What are you doing?" came her sleepy, morning voice.
"Cherishing you," I sighed as my mouth covered all areas of her face - at random.
Pamela moaned and shifted around on the bed. She let out a soft giggle and placed both hands upon my head, cradling it while offering my shoulder a gentle kiss in return. "You must be in a romantic mood this morning, huh?" Having just come out of a long sleep, her words were still garbled.
"I love you Pamela," was my heartfelt statement as I continued peppering her face with kiss after whispery kiss.
"I thought you loved Amy and Lindsay," she countered, still holding my head with both hands.
"No..." I said, switching to her neck. "I love you. I realized that between last night and this morning." I pulled back for a moment and gazed into her eyes, before planting a kiss upon her lips. "I want us to be together."
Pamela looked at me with an insightful expression upon her lovely face for quite some time. However, it eventually loosened up, and then she offered me a charming smile.
"I love you too, Jeremy."
The bombshell blonde placed both of her arms around my neck and shoulders, then pulled my mouth down to hers for a blissful kiss. We traded our tongues over an open-mouthed exchange, each swiping the others' mouth with great feeling and intensity. This was where I wanted to be...
"Will you do me a favor, Pamela?"
"What?"
"Dance for me," I replied, almost begging her. This, of course, was something that I had wanted from Pamela since I spied on her giving Amy a lap dance three weeks ago.
"Now?" she countered, surprised. "I'm in no shape to dance. I just woke up... my hair is all messed up, I'm not dressed for it, my make-up is..."
"I don't care," I said, interrupting her. "You look perfectly fine the way you are. I don't need an image or a Barbie doll to dance for me, Pamela. The way you look now is perfectly fine." I paused and added, "Please?"
Pamela offered me yet another insightful expression before nodding her head and slowly getting out of the bed. Her long-flowing blonde hair and facial mascara in complete ruins due to not only the night of sleep, but our torrid round of sex beforehand, Pamela still looked stunning to me.
After all... she was completely, and gloriously nude.
When I sat up on the edge of the bed, Pamela started to dance for me. Swaying her hips and tilting her head to all sides, she ran both hands up and down her full breasts while offering me a luscious smile. I returned it with one of my own as our eyes spoke silent words of devotion to each other.
The blonde goddess closed the distance between us and began to undulate her magnificent body against mine. Still in a constant rocking and swaying motion, Pamela nodded her head as I reached out and grazed her hip and thigh.
I growled with desire as Pamela encircled my neck with both arms, only to then grind her breasts upon my face. As her body continued to churn and undulate to a silent rhythm, mine began to move in response to her. At the same time, my cock first began to twitch - and then grow rapidly.
Using her hands, Pamela moved my head away from her breasts - downward, toward her midriff. Indulging myself in the wondrous scent and immaculate beauty of her body, my imagination began to run wild. The image of Pamela in a wedding dress, walking down the aisle, made me smile...
The professional stripper brought my face back to her breasts, squishing it there. I moaned in response, then heard Pamela giggle as she straddled my lap and took a seat. Her hands grazed my bare chest and stomach before she used one to gently tease my pulsating erection.
Shifting positions once again, Pamela stood up and moved a thigh between my legs and rubbed it hard upon my shaft. My breathing was becoming a bit labored and intense as the excitement level within me was increasing rapidly. All the while, Pamela's voluptuous body continued to buck and churn against mine in a sensual, erotic dancing motion.
Unable to take anymore of this sweet torture, I grabbed Pamela by the shoulders and threw her down upon the bed beneath me. She giggled in response as I first pinned her wrists to the mattress, before smashing my mouth upon hers for a very heated and passionate kiss.
Our tongues went wild upon one another as Pamela brought both arms around my shoulders and embraced me hard. We rolled over on the bed, with her now on top of me. Then, we rolled back to the original position. I held Pamela's shoulders down and kissed her with all the fervor I could.
Suddenly, I got a rush of risky courage in my mind. At this point in time, it seemed as though I could do no wrong when Pamela was involved. If she was indeed going to be my soul-mate in life, Pamela needed to know everything about me.
"Can you keep a secret?" I asked in a breathless tone, after breaking the kiss.
"Of course I can," was her reply. "I love secrets!"
"I really mean it," I told her. "It's a big secret. You can't tell any of the other girls about this."
"I promise!" she countered with a grin. "I won't tell anyone." Her eyes flashed as she reiterated, "I PROMISE!"
I have no idea where this source of energy was coming from. Nevertheless, I found myself getting out of the bed and extending my hand toward Pamela. She took it, then I pulled her off of the bed and into a standing position.
"A big secret..." I said while escorting her over to the far wall, her hand entwined lovingly with mine.
Pamela looked confused as I turned the wood-carved tiki decoration which was part of the wall. It caused a noise - something within the wall, Pamela must have thought to herself. Now, she was even more confused.
Still holding her hand, I then took a few steps to the left and punched in a set of numbers upon the small security keypad there. Pamela's beautiful eyes grew big as the wall in front of her suddenly opened up.
"Welcome to my secret," I said, extending my other hand and motioning for her to step into the voyeur room.
Inside the voyeur room, of course, was a spread of large television screens, each of them focusing upon a different room in the mansion - or place on the island.
Since they were all hooked up to motion detectors, only a couple of monitors were displaying activity. I smiled at the sight as in room two, Lisa and Torrie were locked in a tender embrace as they kissed each other. Room three showed Lindsay and Trish, as they lounged together, engaged deep in conversation. Meanwhile in the kitchen, Amy was talking to Christina about something.
"Last night you were intent on finding out my so-called secret," I said to Pamela, as she looked at the monitors in shocked silence. "What exactly is it that I do all day long while you and the other girls are out having fun... correct?"
I waited for a response, but did not get one. Pamela just continued staring at the monitors in silence. Thus, I decided to step forward and flip the audio switch for room two. Sounds of gentle passion could be heard as Lisa and Torrie continued forth with their mutual embrace and kiss.
"Welcome to my voyeur room," I said to Pamela, still waiting for a response but not getting one. "I've always been one who enjoys to watch..."
Several seconds later, Pamela was still silent. However, once there was an "Oh God..." from Lisa as Torrie retrieved one of her massive strap-on dildos, Pamela suddenly turned her face toward mine and looked at me.
I offered her a smile, still waiting for a reaction. I finally got one... but not exactly the type I wanted.
The blank expression upon Pamela's face tightened as she extended her right arm, her hand open. She let out a grunt and before I knew what happened next, Pamela had slapped me across the face - as hard as she possibly could.
"HOW DARE YOU SPY ON US!" she exploded, her eyes flashing with absolute anger.
Both stunned and hurt, I tilted my head to the side while holding my burning face. Perhaps I should have kept the voyeur room a secret from her, huh? ...
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