1. The Island, Chapter 17


    Date: 3/23/2017, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Female solo, Latina, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 93.1, Source: sexstories.com

    into the raft. “Going on another fishing trip?” “Yeah. Rodney’s really taken to it. You want to come?” “Sure. You mind if I bring Jared?” “Not at all,” Rodney replied. “Can you grab some fruit and water to bring with us?” I did as he asked, collecting an excited Jared from a card game in Boy’s Town. The four of us pushed out into the lagoon, and paddled to the inner side of the reef, dropping anchor just off the coral. We spent a couple of leisurely hours as the sun slowly sank in the sky, and hauled in an impressive number of fish for the camp. We returned just before sunset, and enlisted a number of willing volunteers to help clean our bounty. The African ladies had agreed to be our next cooks, and were interested in trying to smoke some of the fish so it would last longer. I dove into the lagoon to freshen up, then poured a bucket of fresh water over my head to wash off the salt. One of the camp chores delegated to the younger kids was to have a good supply of fresh water in bottles and jugs for camp use, and so far they were doing a terrific job. I looked for Janie, and then Joelle, but could find neither of them. I decided to chill for a while, breaking out a book to read while there was still light. I was lost in the plot when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I looked up to find Janie, surprisingly wearing a skirt and blouse. “If Messieur would care to follow me, your dinner is ready.” “What?” I stared at her in confusion. “You may want to put on a shirt,” she said. ...
    “There is a dress code.” Mystified, I threw on a polo shirt and followed her into the jungle. We took the trail through the trees, then past the pool until we reached the clearing. I was astonished to see Joelle waiting for me on a blanket, a picnic dinner laid out under the darkening sky. Homemade candles surrounded the setup, flickering in the dim light. Joelle was wearing a lovely red dress, cut low to accentuate her generous bosom, and she had even put on jewelry. Her hair was piled high on her head in some complicated style. She looked stunning. “What….” I asked, trailing off lamely, not knowing what to say. “Service is limited at this restaurant,” Janie intoned pompously. “I will unfortunately be unavailable for the remainder of the evening. Hopefully you will have everything you need.” Our ersatz waiter left us in silence, and I stared at Joelle in amazement. “I wanted to make this special,” she said, blushing. “Janie was a big help. She helped make dinner, and set up, and…. gave me advice.” “This is unbelievable,” I managed to say. “How did you get the candles?” “It’s pig fat with strips of cloth in it. We made them this morning. We’re going to make more for the camp; these were the first try.” “They’re beautiful,” I said. “And so are you.” I brushed a strand of hair off her face. “What’s the occasion?” “You made me feel so special that first day, I’ve been wanting to return the favor.” She looked at me with those soft brown eyes. “I hope I can make you feel the same ...
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