Double Trouble (Available on Amazon)

Chapter Two

Christine woke with the sun in her eyes, yet another beautiful day in paradise. She'd been dreaming of him, the one with the magical tongue. Ever since that experience, she had been horny as hell. It had been two weeks since her orgasmic experience and all the half-naked clad men walking around the island beach all day wasn't helping. Problem was, she didn't want to have sex with any of them. Christine's hand moved between her legs and she felt her wetness. Immediately her fingers went to work, probing, rubbing and pinching. Her body bowed as she brought herself quickly to orgasm. It wasn't the same and she felt frustrated. She'd decided that she couldn't just keep waiting. She had no idea who he was, what his name was and when she quickly went back to the room the next morning, someone else had taken over the room. She was most likely never going to see him again and besides, he may not want to see her again after she ran out on him.
Christine put on her bikinis and a little sundress and headed down for breakfast. Since she'd been here, her whole routine was out of sync. Normally she would have been up with the birds going for a run, but instead, she was sleeping in and relaxing for once.
"Chrissy over here." She looked towards the table with a small group of single male and females. She'd made friends quickly which was unusual for her and had been having meals with them every day now for a week. Derek who had called her over was sweet and cute. He was from Germany and all the girls drooled over his amazing six pack and playboy good looks, however he had not bothered to hook up with anyone. Christine made her way over to them, her breakfast tray full of delicious tropical fruit, and her coffee she couldn't live without.  He moved over so she could sit beside him. Unlike the others at the table, he too had come alone.
"Chrissy we are going scuba diving off the reef today, how about it?" Janet was tall, thin and gorgeous with long flowing black hair and a slight Asian look.
"I can't swim Jan. I'm thinking of going to the spa and getting a full massage or a facial or something."
"That's cool. You know it's our last night here, so party time at the club. You have to come."
"I'll be there, I promise."

Christine dressed in a little black sundress and sandaled high heels and walked over to the nightclub. She was a little tired after her pamper day and was feeling completely relaxed. She ordered herself a champagne cocktail and found the others.
Four champagne cocktails later and three shooters Janet and the others had bought her had completely relaxed her. She was slumped on the couch, her long legs crossed, her dress too high to mention. Derek leaned over and adjusted her skirt back down her legs with his fingertips. He was so gentle her body convulsed at his light touch. He looked up at her. He'd felt it too.
"We should dance." Janet got up and the others started to follow.
"I don't think I can move." Christine said as the others made their way onto the dance floor. Derek stayed with Christine.
"You're wasted." He smiled at her.
"Yep, I'm not actually a drinker." She smiled at him.
"That's obvious. I think I should take you back to your room before you pass out." All Christine could do was nod her head. Derek helped her up and walked her out of the club and back to her room. He sat her on the bed and went into the kitchenette to get her some water. When he reentered the bedroom, Christine had completely stripped naked. She was lying on the bed, propped up against the headboard. Derek stopped still and looked her over.
"Does my body turn you on?" She asked him, slurring her words.
"Very much." He whispered. He walked slowly around the bed with the glass of water and handed it to her.
"I think you should have some water, you're very drunk and I know this isn't you." She took the water and placed it on the bedside table.
"So you don't want me?"
"Oh, I want you. But not like this. You are drunk." His voice and accent made her drip.
"Then can you stay here till I fall asleep? You can sit on that chair." She pointed to the chair directly opposite the bed. Derek nodded and moved towards the seat and sat down.
"Now let me show you what could be yours if you change your mind." Christine opened her legs and began fingering herself. She could see Derek's jeans becoming tighter as she used one hand to caress her breasts and the other to fondle her pussy. Derek sat riveted to the seat, his cock painful in his pants and screaming for release. Christine bought herself to orgasm with her fingers and got up off the bed. She walked over to him and held out her hand.
"Would you like to taste me?" Derek took her hand and sucked each finger in turn moaning. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her onto his lap and kissed her deeply. Her open pussy lips rubbed against his jean clad cock and she started to move, rubbing herself as they kissed. Derek was forceful and rough and it really turned her on. He lifted her and placed her on the bed and stood up.
"You're sexy as hell Chrissy, and as much as I'd love to suck and fuck that hot pussy of yours, I won't while you are this intoxicated." He turned for the door as she watched him, her mouth open.
"But..."
"I'll see you tomorrow morning for breakfast beautiful." He smiled at her and left the room. Christine flopped back on the bed. His kisses and the feel of his cock through his pants had given her a mini orgasm. The fact that he wouldn't take advantage of her while she was drunk, just put him rather high on her pedestal. She closed her eyes and was out like a light in seconds.