Tropical Heat
By
Michelle M Pillow
www.michellepillow.com
© Copyright Michelle M Pillow, 2005-2008

Warning:
This story is intended for those over 18 years of age. It contains explicit sexual content.

Tropical Heat

Annabelle hated the sunshine of the tropical paradise. She hated the white of the sand, the blue of the ocean, the tan of the flesh on her tour guide. Okay, the tour guide’s flesh didn’t exactly fall into the hate category, but the way he’d been treating her since she and her friends stepped on the boat, did.
This vacation was supposed to be a dream come true. Isn’t that what everyone said about the tropics? Instead, she got a moody tour guide and a best friend who was already drunk and passed out with some local she’d met on the dock. At least, Annabelle liked to think Cheryl was passed out. The man she met was practically a teenager. Cheryl was forty-five. Not, that Annabelle had anything against the age difference. It just seemed that younger men had nothing to offer.
Glancing over at Christian, Mr Tour Guide Extraordinaire, she frowned. It would seem the older guys didn’t have much to offer either. Too bad his cute looks went along with his grumpy personality. The man really shouldn’t be in the tourist industry. Besides, he was the one who offered the trip to them. It wasn’t like they sought him out.
Annabelle crossed her arms over her chest, disappointed that her new bikini was being wasted on Mr Sour Face. He’d barely given her a second glance.

She sighed, turning her attention to the water, trying to concentrate on the beauty. She couldn’t exactly remember the name of the Caribbean island she was looking at and, so help her, if the boat sank and she suddenly found herself stranded, she wouldn’t know what to do. Although, if the boat did sink, it would be some sort of vindication for Christian’s attitude all day. The idea of him stuck on an island, boatless, was enough to make her smile. But, then again, Christian seemed the type of guy who’d know how to survive in the lush tropical wilderness. He’d probably enjoy himself. How on Earth did he find them? And why did they ever agree to go along?
Oh, yeah, Cheryl said it was a good idea. Glancing behind her, she looked at the cabin door and frowned. Was it wrong to resent her friend at the moment? Was it wrong to think Cheryl should be on deck with her, moping?
Peeking through the edge of her sunglasses, she watched Christian work along the sailboat. Annabelle frowned, glancing over his bronzed thighs. They led up to his bathing suit. To look at him was just like a fantasy. Well, except in her fantasy he’d be wearing a tight little Speedo that outlined his cock instead of shorts. Oh, and he wouldn’t have the personality of a sea urchin.
Maybe the boat sinking wouldn’t be such a bad thing. Annabelle sat back, closing her eyes as she sunbathed. Her imagination unfurled, replacing Christian’s personality with someone more agreeable. His body would do just fine, so she left that at it was.
Annabelle licked her lips. Mm, yes, shipwrecked would be nice. She could just imagine all the deliciously wicked things she’d do to him—the big Caribbean moon above their heads, the sound of the ocean lapping up against the shore, his naked body outlined by the firelight, his back pressed down into the white sand.
Annabelle swallowed. Her mouth was suddenly dry as cream built between her thighs. Her bikini became damp and she shifted in her seat, spreading her legs slightly, as she tried to cool the ardour between them.
The attraction she felt wasn’t surprising. She’d felt it the first moment she saw him and couldn’t help but stare. Christian had been on the docks, helping an old lady with her luggage. He was ruggedly handsome and when he spoke it was with a light drawl of an American accent. From that moment, she knew she wanted to get him alone, but she’d never act on the impulse. Logical people like her never acted on impulse.
He was obviously older than her twenty nine years, probably suited more to Cheryl’s age. But, Annabelle had always gotten along with older people, even in school. Cheryl said it was because she was mature for her age. Annabelle would tease back that it was because Cheryl was immature for her age. It had been her good luck that Christian worked for a touring company and had sought them out. A booked appointment later and here she was—alone with her handsome Island man. Only, he had the disposition of a codfish. Just went to prove, reality was never as good as the fantasy.
Maybe she wasn’t giving reality a chance. Maybe she was reading him wrong. Cheryl always said she needed to put out more effort with men. Annabelle wondered if she could ask him to give her lessons, not that she really wanted to learn to sail. She couldn’t even name the side of the boat she was on. Port? Starboard? It didn’t matter. What good was that skill back home in the Midwest United States? All they had were muddy lakes.
‘Enjoying yourself?’ Christian called, as his blue eyes met hers.
Annabelle jolted in surprised. He was actually talking to her.
‘Ah, oh, yeah, it’s great!’ Annabelle yelled, over the sound of the wind in the sails. At the same time, she thought, I could be enjoying myself a lot more if you’d dock the boat and let me fuck you.
She glanced over Christian. Where in the world did that thought come from? Feeling the twinge in her thighs, she had her answer. When she left on this vacation, hopes high, the plan was to get laid. When she got here, with the wild Bohemian crowds and the reality of the oppressive sun, her plans were put on hold.
What was stopping her from coming onto Christian? They were alone. He didn’t wear a wedding band. The worst he could say was no and it wasn’t like she’d see him again after her vacation.
‘Any chance we can slow down and just float?’ Annabelle asked. She slid from her seat, walking over to him. She let the swaying of the boat sway her hips. She’d worn her best bikini. It was blue and strappy with little triangles over her breasts and a narrow strip covering her pussy. Hell, she’d spent how many hours on the treadmill getting ready for this trip? She wasn’t about to let all her hard work go unnoticed. In fact, maybe she’d make him notice her. ‘Or maybe pull in on that beach over there?’
‘Not a problem,’ Christian said. She noticed his eyes lingered on her breasts. Mm, that was good. It meant he was interested. She watched his throat work as he tore his eyes away. She waited as he slowed the sailboat, watching the flexing of his muscles.
‘Can we swim in these waters?’ she asked.
‘Sure, I don’t see why not.’ When he’d finished, he joined her down on the deck, saying, ‘You should cover up…’
Was his voice hoarse? Annabelle tried not to smile. Was he nervous? Had she misread him.
‘I mean, put some sun block on. This sun’s murder on soft skin,’ he amended.
‘You think my skin’s soft?’ she asked. Oh, where did that come from? Cheryl would’ve been so proud!
‘I don’t know, I mean, I haven’t touched it.’ Christian shrugged. He turned away.
Annabelle swallowed, closed her eyes, and asked softly, ‘Would you like to?’
‘What…you mean, I…ah, yeah, sure,’ he answered, sounding unconvinced. “Huh? I’m sorry. What did you ask?”
“I didn’t say anything,” she lied. Not knowing where she got the nerve, Annabelle reached behind her back and pulled the string on the bikini. She’d seen plenty of people sunbathing naked. Slipping the bikini off her shoulders, she stood before him topless. She knew she had good breasts. They were a little small, but men didn’t seem to mind. The warm air instantly budded her nipples. Christian was staring at her. She tried not to giggle. ‘Something wrong?’
‘Oh, ah, no. Not at all.’ Christian swallowed. When his eyes met hers she felt a spark of fire ignite between them. She liked the way the wind whipped his bleached blond hair about his head. Annabelle felt heady with power. Her pussy was soaked, needy. She wanted to force him to his knees before her, wanted to turn around and demand he fuck her hard. She wanted his cock inside her body, her mouth. She wanted to drink him down. Thinking of it she glanced at his crotch, wanting to know the effect she was having on him. She wasn’t disappointed. A thick mass pressed against the front of his shorts, unmistakably aroused. So, it would seem Mr Sour Face wasn’t so immune to her after all.
When he didn’t move, just stood, staring at her in half amazement, half shock, Annabelle smiled and pretended not to notice. She took her hands to her hips and slowly pushed the bottoms down her legs. When she stood, she held her bikini bottoms by one fingers.
‘Water looks warm,’ she said. ‘I think I’ll swim.’
Annabelle stepped to the side of the sailboat and dove off the side. The water felt great, cooling her off as she glided under the waves. The salt stung her eyes, but it was worth it. Surfacing, she treaded water, watching as Christian threw an anchor overboard. She glanced over her shoulder. The island was close, but not nearly close enough to swim to. It was just as well. She didn’t feel like getting sand between her naked ass cheeks.
‘Would you like to join me?’ Annabelle asked. He glanced at the cabin. ‘Cheryl’s out cold. They’ll be fine.’
To her disappointment, he didn’t take off his shorts as he dove into the water. He swam towards her, his beautiful arms breaking the surface with ease. The sun glinted on the water. Her heart fluttered in nervous excitement. Everything was perfect. This vacation had turned out to be more than she’d ever dreamt possible. He came to her and his hand instantly went to her breast, kneading it gently. She gasped at the suddenness of his touch. He pinched her nipple, moving closer. A low moan sounded in the back of his throat.
‘If you wanted this kind of service, you should’ve just asked,’ Christian said.
‘What…what do you mean?” Annabelle tried to back away. Okay, maybe she’d taken it too far. She didn’t actually think he’d go for her seduction. He’d been glowering at her all day. He couldn’t really want to have an affair. Then again, what did she think would happen when she saw his erection?
‘You’re very soft,’ Christian said, pursuing her. Their legs brushed beneath the clear water. Those little touches shot desire throughout her system. Okay, maybe she’d give in. He pulled back, swimming away from her. Her body missed his touch, wanted more of it. ‘It’s against company policy to fraternise with the tourists. I could get into a lot of trouble if your friend saw us and reported it.’
‘Cheryl…” Annabelle stopped as she saw what looked to be a dolphin jumping in the distance. Christian turned as her attention was drawn from him. She treaded water, unconsciously coming up behind him as she tried to get a better look.
He laughed. She liked the sound of it. His deep voice matched his glorious body. ‘You don’t like it here very much, do you?’
‘What? Why do you say that?’ she asked. Annabelle felt out of her depth. Wasn’t he just touching her breast, coming onto her? Was he toying with her? What was going on? Maybe all the sun was starting to get to her.
‘You’ve been frowning at me and everything around us since you stepped onto the boat this morning.’
‘No, you’ve been frowning at me,’ she said. ‘I know you really don’t want us here. You’re just doing your job.’
‘Not want you hear?’ he repeated. ‘Then, why would I invite you?’
‘Well, I…’
Christian smiled, giving her a knowing look.
‘You know, it’s also company policy to make sure the guests are one hundred percent satisfied.’ He looked at her breasts and touched her hip, pulling her closer as he massaged over her lower back. Oh, yeah, he was definitely coming onto her. She tentatively ran her hands down his waist. ‘And you did show me yours. I might as well show you mine.’
He let go and pulled at his waistband. Annabelle shivered, liking his confidence. His cock was erect, bigger than she’d first imagined.
Annabelle used her toes to grab the shorts and lifted them to her hand. Laughing, she licked her lips and looked down. The cockhead stared up at her, distorted some by the wavy patterns of the water. He was larger than she first imagined.
‘Hey, I need those,’ he said, grinning wickedly.
‘Then come and get them.’ She swam for the boat and tossed the wet shorts over the side. Pulling herself out of the water, she pushed her wet hair back from her face just in time to see Christian’s naked body coming over the side. Was she really going to do this? With him?
Her breath caught as he came for her. Water beaded on their bodies, sparkling like diamonds in the bright sunlight. The breeze felt wonderful against her wet skin as the hot tropical sun began to dry her.
Christian pulled her into his arms, instantly kissing her. Annabelle moaned softly. This couldn’t be happening. She had to still be daydreaming about him. No, it felt too real to be a daydream. His lips moved urgently against hers. She liked knowing he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
His hand tightened on her hip as he pulled her into him, pressing his hot erection into her stomach. Her thighs tightened. Her heart lurched. She’d never been so aroused in her life. The fantasies she’d guiltily had about him had already heated her body. Now that he was touching her, she felt almost like she was losing control.
Christian growled low in the back of his throat. His hips rocked, rubbing into her. ‘Is this what you want?’
‘Ah, yes,’ Annabelle said, her words breathy.
Christian kissed her neck, licking and nibbling his way to her chest. She pushed her hands onto his shoulders, naturally spreading her thighs in the hope he’d find his way between them. He touched her everywhere, roaming his hands over her flesh as he worked his way from one breast to the other. Pleasure racked over her body as he gently sucked her nipples. He didn’t stay long on her chest, as he eagerly moved over her stomach.
Annabelle moaned, softly. She thought of her friend down below, hoping she was really passed out, hoping she wouldn’t come up and catch them in the act. This couldn’t be happening, not with him, but it was. What had changed him to her? He flicked his tongue over her navel and she forgot everything but the feelings he brought forth in her. Annabelle withdrew her hands from him and leaned back against the boat. The warm sun beat down on her body, heating her now that the moisture had dried from her flesh. He made his way lower still.
Christian knelt before her, looking like a sun god worshipping at her feet. He kneaded her ass, urging her thighs further apart. As she watched, his tongue darted out, licking at the top arch of her slit. The warm probe left as quickly as it came. Her knees weakened. He chuckled.
‘You like that, don’t you?’ he asked, grinning up at her.
By way of an answer, she grabbed his face and smothered it into her wet pussy. Ah, she didn’t care who saw them. It felt too good. She needed release. It’d been so long. He groaned, vibrating her clit with his voice. He licked her, hard and long, pulling her closer until she was forced to fall back against the boat. Aggressively, he latched on, pulling her clit between his teeth. Annabelle gasped, completely overwhelmed with sensations. He kept humming softly as he drank her cream. Her pussy clenched. She wanted to be fucked by more than his mouth.
Tremors hit her, shivering a wayward path over her skin. She was awash with sensations, the salty smell of the sea, the pleasure of his touch. Annabelle climaxed against him, moaning lightly. ‘Ah, ah, oh.’
‘How am I doing so far?’ he asked, coming up to capture her lips. He stole her breath as he let her taste her own cream on his mouth. It was wonderfully erotic and she sucked his tongue between her teeth.
‘My turn.’ Annabelle pushed his shoulders, turning him around as she took over. Running her hands over his body, she kissed along his neck, licking the salty taste of his skin. She took her time, enjoying his hot flesh as she played with his small nipples. Then, moving down to his hips, she knelt before him.
Annabelle gasped as she saw a round window between his thighs. It showed the cabin below. Cheryl was very much awake, as was the young man she’d brought aboard. Her friend straddled the man’s hips, fucking him as they watched her through the window. Cheryl smiled at her, nodding in encouragement. Her friend seemed to get off on being watched. Cheryl grabbed her own breasts and pinched her own nipples. Annabelle wasn’t sure what came over her, but she reached forward, caressing Christian’s thighs so they could see her.
‘Oh, yeah, baby. You like watching them don’t you?’ Christian took his cock in hand and moved it so that it was level with her mouth. He guided his shaft forward, rubbing the tip to her lips. ‘Right there. Just like this. Let them see you sucking me.’
Annabelle licked him, lightly flicking her tongue over his cock as she moved up and down the shaft. He tried to thrust between her lips, but she held back. Instead of sucking him, she twirled her tongue around the tip of his shaft. She nibbled the sides, teasing him to the point of torture. Only when he begged her, did she take him into her mouth. She sucked vigorously barely able to fit him halfway in her mouth, as she brought her hands up to help.
‘Ah, yeah, oh, baby, that’s good, right there,’ Christian said, trying to thrust deeper. His body was tense, flushed. He started to grab her hair, but ended up letting her go as she aggressively sucked him. She cupped his balls, rolling them in her palm.
Annabelle moaned. He came, squirting semen into her mouth. He tasted so good that she couldn’t help but swallow. When she pulled back, he was breathing hard.
Annabelle ran her hands up his stomach as she pressed her body against him. She could feel his heart beating wildly beneath her breast. Winding her arms around his neck, she grinned. ‘How about you give me a massage while you recover?’
‘We should probably get out of the sun,’ he said. ‘There’s a bed in the cabin below.’
Annabelle pressed her lips briefly to his in light pecks. ‘Show it to me.’
Grabbing her about the waist, Christian walked her back towards the cabin door. He let her go long enough to walk down the narrow stairs and then held his hand out to help her. It was cooler below deck, and seemed almost dark now that they were out of the bright sun. Blue canvas covered couches lined the sides of the cabin, leading toward a back bedroom. Cheryl was still riding her lover and merely grinned at her as they walked past. Christian pulled her into his chest.
‘This way,’ he said softly, kissing her as he walked her to the bedroom for privacy. Then, turning, he tossed her lightly onto a bed. She bounced, giggling.
Annabelle was surprised to see his body was already on the way to recovery. His cock was half erect as he joined her on the bed. With a laugh, he flipped her over and ran his hands along her spine, massaging her body. She moaned as he paid particular attention to her ass. Moisture gathered in her slit. He worked his way down her legs.
Annabelle turned over and he massaged up her body. Her slit was wet and achy. She spread her legs for him, pulling him down as he settled his now hard cock against her. Soft, animalistic sounds escaped them as they kissed. Rubbing her pussy along his shaft, she tried to get him to thrust inside her, as she wetted him with her cream.
‘Ah, I want you,’ she moaned, her movements nearing frantic.
Christian grinned, a dominate look of pleasure, as he pushed up on his arms. His muscles flexed as he angled his hips to hers. Slowly, he thrust his hard cock inside her, prying her apart with his heavy length. Annabelle gasped as he filled her up. She rocked her hips, working him in shallow strokes.
‘Ah, yeah. Damn, baby, you’re tight. I like that.’ Christian pumped his hips harder, pausing in between each push to pleasure her. His thumb pressed along her clit, rolling it in slow circles.
Annabelle wiggled. No matter how hard she pulled on his hips, he refused to pound into her. He kept her on the brink of climax, building her up, letting her fall, building her up again. It was wondrous torture.
Annabelle pushed at his chest, forcing her body up as he sat back on his knees. She took over the pacing, moving along him. Christian grunted, biting his lips as she climaxed. Tremors racked her, jarring her body with pleasure. She waited for him to come, but to her surprise, he held back.
‘Flip over,’ he urged. ‘I want you on your hands and knees.’
Her body still trembling from her release, she obeyed. Cheryl climaxed in the other room, letting them hear her. Christian took her by her hips. She gasped, as he thrust his hard cock confident and sure inside her. Her pussy had begun to dry and it was a rougher ride. He groaned, breathing heavily as he brought her desires back to the point of boiling. Her head fell down and she watched her breasts bobbing back and forth as he rode her. She saw his thighs. The light from the small window danced on his tight flesh.
‘That’s it, oh, yeah, come for me again,’ Christian urged, obviously not caring if the others heard him.
Annabelle came, panting softly as she climaxed. Her whole body went rigid, tensing until she couldn’t move. Christian thrust harder, faster, deeper. Suddenly, he grunted, pulling out as he came on the bed.
Annabelle collapsed, completely sated. A soft moan left her lips and she mumbled incoherently, not even sure what it was she was trying to say to him. All she knew is that she felt good—really good. The bed shifted as Christian lay down next to her. He cradled her into his arms.
As he kissed her temple, she said, ‘What happened? I thought you didn’t like me.’
‘Not like you? I thought you didn’t like me,’ Christian said. ‘If I didn’t like you, why would I invite you to come to my house with me?’
‘House?’ she asked.
‘I live on this boat. It saves on rent while I build up my business.’ Christian eyed her curiously. ‘You’re not disappointed are you?’
‘Disappointed?’ Annabelle laughed. ‘No, not at all. It was perfect.’
‘Oh, you liked that, did you?” He wiggled his eyebrows.
‘Mm, you know I did.’
‘How about we,’ he paused, kissing the back of her neck, ‘do it again?’
‘Mm, well, if you insist.’ Annabelle nestled her body back to his, laying beside him as he explored her chest and stomach. His lips stayed on her neck and shoulder. His erection pushed into the tender cheeks of her ass. The boat rocked on the water. The gentle undulation of the waves was soothing, urging them to take their time. Her body heated anew, cream building inside her to welcome him.
Drawing her leg back, he thrust in from behind. She moaned, leaning her head along his arm as she arched her back. Soon the position wasn’t satisfying enough. She wanted more, much more. Annabelle pulled her body off his. He made a small sound of disappointment. She moved on top of him, taking his cock in hand as she rose up above him.
Annabelle pushed herself on top of him, taking him in. She groaned, liking the way he fit inside her body. Slowly, she began to ride him, taking her time as she built their passions.
‘Turn around,’ Christian said. ‘Face the other way for me.’
Annabelle smiled and instantly obeyed. She moved so she faced his knees. Christian’s hands caressed her hips and ass. His knees moved up to support her weight as he urged her up, guiding her body onto his cock.
‘Ride me, baby,’ he said. ‘Ah, yeah, that’s it. Just like that.’
She moved her body up and down. To her delight, she saw a small mirror on the wall and watched herself as she moved on top of him. Christian slowly lowered his legs and urged her to lean forward, her head by his knees as he was in her. His cock bent forward. He pushed on her ass, keeping her movements slow and shallow. Annabelle moved gently, liking the feel of him pressing against her. After awhile, his knees bent again, pushing her back up, sliding deeper still. She gasped, but liked it so much she rocked harder.
It was too much. Her pussy clenched, tightened. She gripped his legs, holding on tight as she climaxed against him. His cock jerked, answering her body’s cry of pleasure as it spurted hot seed into her. Annabelle sighed, keeping him embedded as she slowly came down from the cloud of pleasure she floated on.
Christian moved beneath her and she was forced to get off him. He sat up, grinning at her. ‘What to go back up top? The sun should be setting soon. I guarantee you’ve never seen anything like the sun setting over the ocean.’
‘Sounds perfect,’ she said.
‘Here, let me get you a robe to wear.’ Christian went to his closet and pulled out a lightweight robe, tossing it to her. It smelled like him as she slipped it over her arms. Then, grabbing a part of shorts, he quickly got dressed. She was almost disappointed.
Cheryl and her lover were sleeping, naked and entwined. They went up top and settled into each others arms. He’d been right, sunset was close. They held each other, talking quietly about non important things. The breeze cooled as the later hour approached. Annabelle sighed, not wanting the day to end, knowing when the sun set beneath the waves it would be time to go back.
‘How much longer are you here for?’ Christian asked.
‘Five days,’ Annabelle said. ‘It’s going to be hard to top this.’
‘I was thinking,’ Christian began. Annabelle pushed up from where her back laid along his chest and glanced back at him. ‘We don’t have to go back tonight. I can radio in. All four of us could sail up the coast tomorrow.’
‘I’d like that,’ Annabelle said softly. ‘I’d like that a lot.’
‘Me too,’ Christian brought her to his lips and kissed her. Then, against her mouth, said, ‘Actually, we could disappear for the whole five days. We could stop back, grab your things. I could show you parts of the islands you’d never see as a regular tourist. Maybe I can change your mind about the islands.’
Annabelle grinned. ‘I never said I hated them.’
‘You didn’t have to.’ Christian laughed.
‘That obvious, huh? I guess it would be fun to see what other tourists don’t.’
‘Though, I didn’t think you liked me either.’ He angled his head to study her. ‘Why were you glaring at me this morning?’
‘I was nervous. I thought you were glaring at me.’
‘It’s funny when you think about it.’ Christian leaned over to whisper in her ear, ‘You know what the best part of my plan is? We wouldn’t have to wear clothes the entire time.’
‘Oh, really?’ This vacation was just getting better and better. Annabelle chuckled. She moved to straddle his legs.
‘Mm, really,’ Christian said.
‘Sounds like the best plan I’ve heard so far,’ she admitted. ‘Let’s do it.’
The sun had all but set and a moon, bigger and brighter than she’d ever seen in her life, glowed in the distance. The softer blue light shone on the waves, as the boat rocked them in a gentle rhythm. The breeze was cool, but Christian’s nearness kept her warm.
‘You better be careful, Christian,’ Annabelle whispered to his mouth, before proceeding to make love to him. ‘Or this vacation just might never end.’

The End