Sexy Stories-Tropical-delights

I liked the effect of this, and was in no hurry at all for her to turn around, though I was curious to see if she was a natural blonde. Her hips were lush, probably too full for a modelling career (for which I was glad!), and my hands clenched involuntarily in desire to caress this wonderful treasure. Her legs parted, and I got a glimpse of golden fleece between them. My erection throbbed painfully and I became aware of the sound of my own heart beating in my ears. I'd never before been this excited! While one hand petted her hips, her other slipped in front, and I realized she was fingering herself. A loud moan reached my ears, and as she suddenly turned toward me I shockingly realized that the groan was mine! I froze in shame and terror as she stared right at me. I didn't know if she could actually see me through the plants but her reaction showed that she knew she'd been watched. When she snatched up her towel to cover herself I panicked and ran, my rapidly-shrinking erection not making my flight any easier. As I crashed through the thick growth my mind was full of competing thoughts of disgust with myself, sympathy for her embarassment, and my desire for this exquisite woman. I hoped against reason that she had been unable to recognize my face through the branches, and even feared I might lose my job. Then I realized that she would be reluctant to report the incident, and I hadn't actually broken any laws. I certainly didn't go there to spy on her! Still, the knowledge that she would likely consider me a peeping Tom made me sad and ashamed. Any chance I had of getting to know her was gone as surely as was my hard-on.
The employees had dinner together on the patio that evening, and when I eventually made eye contact with her she quickly averted her eyes and blushed. Well, that settled the question of her recognizing me. She avoided looking in my direction for the rest of the evening, so I took the opportunity to watch her closely. Her innocent face and graceful movements reminded me of a cat, and this brought on a vivid mental image of her cuddling and petting her lovely breasts. I discretely "adjusted" myself as my penis began to protest the tight confinement of my jeans. It obviously had a different sort of tightness in mind. As I watched her, I became aware that my interest was transcending lust for her body. I felt a strong curiousity about the reason for her shyness and aloofness, especially since I'd seen clear evidence of her passionate nature. I'm a real cat lover, and had successfully kept custody of our two after the divorce. I have always admired their grace and sensuality, and their ability to act wholly disinterested and unresponsive to my playful overtures even though their curious minds were racing. And when a cat decides it wants affection, it casts its dignity aside and makes an absolute floozy of itself! I wondered what sort of trauma had made her act the way she did, and I had a brief romantic knight-in-shining-armor fantasy of being the one who soothed and kissed away her pain and fear. Strange as it may seem, I believe I was beginning to fall in love with her. This realization filled me with sadness since I knew what she now thought of me. Was I really guilty of anything? I didn't intentionally spy on her, I hadn't tried to rape her or anything..... I just COULDN'T help myself from watching. I knew how weak this argument sounded, and in despair I went back to my room convinced I'd never speak to her again. In the shower I remembered her wet fingers on her erect nipple, and I masturbated myself to orgasm. It didn't take long, and did nothing to relieve my frustration and guilt.
Two days later I returned to the pool. I knew she wouldn't be there since I left while she was still eating breakfast. I carried a towel and suntan lotion and made sure she saw them when I left. I'm not sure if I was inviting her or warning her away, but I knew she was aware of my destination. The latemorning sun was very hot, and I again reached the pool soaked in sweat. This time there were no distractions, and I dived right in without bothering to remove my sweaty clothes. The water was cooler than I had expected and very pleasant after my hot walk. I stood under the waterfall for a while and got a great massage. "Ahhh... this is truly Paradise! What could possibly feel better than this?", I asked myself. Memories of my last visit to the pool filled my mind, and I became sadly aware of exactly what would feel MUCH better than this. "Not bloody likely!", I muttered. She definitely didn't seem the type to be attracted to "peeping Toms". The thought filled me with resentment... not against her but against my own stupidity in not leaving while I still could have. My mood spoiled, I left the water and decided to take a nap. As the sun began to dry my clothes my shorts caused an unpleasant itch, so I stripped naked and lay down on the towel next to the pool. I was asleep within minutes.
I was awakened by the sound of something moving in the bushes, and my first drowsy thought was that some large, hungry animal was coming to visit. My sleep-fogged mind churned out the conclusion that there were probably no predators of the big-cat type in Tahiti, but I remembered lots of accounts of sharp-tusked wild pigs. Just as I was about to spring up I heard a tentative "hello", and the branches parted to reveal the object of my desire. I grabbed the first thing at hand, my t-shirt, and covered my naked crotch, though not very thoroughly. I was embarassed about being caught nude, but also very curious about why she had come when she knew I'd be here. I answered her greeting as she approached the pool, and then waited to see what she'd say next. An awkward silence ensued that seemed to last for hours. She finally sat down on the rock about 5 feet away and stared intently at the pool. The silence was almost physically painful, so I started to say something glib and probably stupid. Instead, I heard myself apologizing and asking for her understanding and forgiveness. It must have been the right thing to say, because she visibly relaxed and looked into my face. "My name's Katrina, but please call me Kitty", she said in a soft voice. " Kitty... now that's appropriate. I'm Roger, and I'm very glad to finally meet you. Sorry it's been in such a messy way", I said. I immediately regretted the "appropriate" bit, but she didn't ask for clarification. "Yes, I knew your name already, Roger"... oh, I liked the way my name sounded from her lips! A shiver of pleasure ran up my spine, and I realized I was indeed falling for her. At the same time I felt very uncomfortable sitting there with only a t-shirt covering my loins. I'd have liked to get dressed, but I didn't feel like asking her to turn her head, and the whole thing seemed sort of silly since I'd seen nearly all of her the other day.
The silence resumed, but was pleasant this time. She seemed to be deep in thought,and I was afraid to ask why. Finally she asked why I thought "Kitty" was an appropriate name for her, and I told her. I knew I was saying too much and that I was making my longing for her clearer with every word, but I couldn't stop. " I'm sorry, I'm getting carried away. I have no right to lay this on you", I said, sure that I'd scared her off. The thought that she must have been similarly attracted to me (otherwise she'd not have come to the pool) never even entered my mind. She said nothing for a long time, and then chuckled "I thought you looked like a cat lover. Guess I was right". We laughed together at this and the tension lessened a bit more. Seizing the moment, I asked her why she seemed so aloof at work. "Oh, that's just a front I put up to keep the guys away". " Well, it sure has worked, but why do you want to do that?", I asked. I thought it best not to mention that most of the guys claimed she was gay. "Ummm...I'd rather not talk about it", she said with a deep sigh, and then I noticed tears beginning to roll down her cheeks. I wanted badly to hug her and comfort her, but my t-shirt would have fallen off and left me exposed. I didn't want to think about sex while she was crying. "Well, maybe I should tell you; I've had some bad experiences with men... no, not rape or anything like that...in high school I was sort of plain looking and shy, and the few boys I dated were only interested in sex. They never wanted to know me as a person, and the closest they'd get to being romantic was a few obligatory kisses before getting inside of me. They didn't care about my pleasure at all, and left me feeling frustrated and used. Then in college my folks had a bad car wreck; my mother died and my Dad was an invalid. Between caring for him and my school work I had no time for a social life. He died soon after I graduated and began working, but the dates I've had since then haven't been much better than the ones in high school. When men realize I don't have much experience they seem to think they can forget about pleasing me and just have their own good time. One guy even laughed at me afterwards and called me "little miss priss". That really hurt! I guess men want girls who look and act like Playboy centerfolds. Ordinary women like me are just temporary stop-overs in their search for Miss Whatever-the-month. My hips are too big, my bust too small, nose not straight enough.... I just don't measure up, I guess". At this she resumed crying, and I began to cry myself. I could feel her pain; my high school years had been hard for me, and the rejection of me by my wife had punched large holes in my selfesteem. After a while I looked her in the eye and said "Maybe you just dated the wrong guys. We're not all like that... I'm certainly not that way". She returned my gaze for a moment, then looked shyly away and said "No, I didn't think you would be. That's why I was so glad you came on this trip. I've watched you for a long time but was always afraid to show any sign of interest. I haven't had a date in years, and I don't know how to act with men any more".

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