It took her a minute to respond, “How different our worlds really are. You see sights like this.” I could see the corners of her eyes as they moved to observe the tropical landscape. “And I can’t even dream about splendor on this level. I never knew this side of creation existed.” She turned to me with a reserved smile. A sad smile.
I took my time pushing off the doorframe and squatted next to her. Her skin was like silk, so damn tempting to touch. I hadn’t had the opportunity to taste each inch of it, but I planned to before the week was out. I settled for brushing a loose curl behind her ear.
“You’re experiencing it now and will be stuck with it and me for one full week,” I spoke quietly in her ear.
She turned to look at me with a soft smile. My Ni?a.
“Now that I’m stuck with a dork on a horrible, beautiful and incredibly romantic island, what next?”
I wanted to kiss her. We were that close. “Now, we go get some groceries. This dork has to eat on this horrible, beautiful and incredibly romantic island.”
I stood for the door, and almost there, I heard, “So, you’re going to cook for me this week?” she gushed, a little too happy.
“Hell, no. I’m on vacation. You’re cooking for me. Now let’s go before I get too hungry and eat you.” I kept my stride into the room, but I caught her laughter behind me.
We went into town to grocery shop. It reminded me of the time we went in Alpine, only this time I wasn’t falling for the Adobe okie doke. When we returned to the house, she put away the food and called me into the kitchen to help her cook. Although I joked about putting her to work in the kitchen, I really did enjoy having her boss me around in there.
After breakfast, we sat out on the deck on the side of the house and relaxed next to the Jacuzzi. Zoey laid out in the sun on the lounge chair next to mine, finally sleeping while I read Hill Harper’s “The Conversation.” It was peaceful, admiring the tropical and aquatic landscape. It was something I didn’t want to experience on my own no matter how much I didn’t want to disturb her.
Fuck it.
I got restless and woke her ass up, needing to taste every inch of her. I went over and lifted her from the lounger. I took her into the bedroom, awakened her with my tongue, aroused her with restraints and put her ass back to sleep with several orgasms. Zoey finally saw what fun those restraints could be using those posters.
Zoey and I spent the week sharing, fucking, building, and discovering. It was beautiful and damn, it was so peaceful. Zoey humbled me. There was nothing pretentious about her. She came without guards or motives—other than fucking. Zoey liked that a lot. She was always down for anything. Just when I thought her flexibility inspired me anew, she’d do something else to surprise and please me.
One evening, Rob and Barry were over. We grilled and chilled by the pool. The guys clowned Zoey and me for our music preference, so I tried mixing a little 50cent and Fat Joe with Nickleback and Green Day. I was surprised at how quickly and easily Zoey took to them and them to her. I don’t know why I was; Zoey was a free spirit. Her quick wit and sense of humor were always a crowd pleaser. What I didn’t like was her being seen in that little ass yellow bikini. Her voluptuous tits seemed to spill over her top. Also, whenever her bottoms would crawl up her ass, which was often enough, her dimples would show. I loved those dimples on Zo’s ass. They reminded me that beneath the clothes on her small frame, she actually did have a donk, even if just a handful.
I ran to the bathroom at some point of the evening needing to take a leak. As I was walking back out to the pool, I saw Rob and Barry in the living room, heading out.
“Y’all bouncing?” I asked as I held my hand out for dap.
“Yeah, man,” Barry answered as he reciprocated the love. “We got some uhhhh…trouble lined up for the night.”
“I feel you. Enjoy responsibly,” I advised as I moved on to Rob, giving him love, too, as they laughed.
“I’m gonna get me another one of those sandwiches before we bounce,” Rob called over his shoulder.