Stranded on Temptation Island (2 page)

They exchanged flight information, and as luck would have it, their flights were within a few hours of one another.

“Look me up while you’re here,” she suggested, and wrote down her name, number and hotel on a separate sheet of paper.

Danny sighed inwardly. He knew he wouldn’t be using the information anytime soon, although God knew he wanted to.

Upon landing, Danny hailed a taxi just outside the airport while Isabella met a group of friends who had been awaiting her arrival, including the lucky bride.

A light rain fell as Danny ducked into his taxi. He hoped he wouldn’t have to give the place low marks because of the weather. Soon, however, his fears were laid to rest. Despite the rain, the long drive to the hotel gave him ample opportunity to survey the island. With its green hills and roads lined with native mahogany trees, the island held an Old World charm.

His hotel was exquisite. It carried all the modern amenities with throwbacks to the island’s colorful history. The one bedroom apartment he had reserved was everything he could have hoped for. Through double French doors, a walkway meandered through a beautiful garden full of hibiscus, heliconia and blue lotus and dotted with small ponds, leading directly to the beach. Inside, the floors were a beautiful, polished teak, the ceilings exposed pickled pine beams, and the furniture sleek mahogany. The selling point, however, was the four poster king sized bed draped with gauzy mosquito netting. Danny knew he would be sleeping well at night. Though alone.

***

Danny realized the following day that booking his trip during monsoon season had been unlucky. The problem was that in Barbados, monsoon season lasted for six months, June through November - prime wedding and vacation time for Americans. Whether or not it would rain on any day was a roll of the dice.

The rain had intensified, and the wind blew so strongly that the tall palms outside swayed in the heavy wind. His workshop was cancelled; the trip had been for naught. Worse still, a hurricane was brewing in the Caribbean, which meant the possibility of a nasty tropical storm for the island. All flights out of Barbados were on stand-by.

The storm had completely fucked up communications; when Danny attempted a phone call home to Lisa, he had no reception.

A call from the front desk brought no relief. His call went straight to voice mail. Lisa had a habit of leaving her cell behind when she went out or letting the battery die completely.

He left a brief message and slammed the phone down in frustration. 

“I apologize for the weather, sir,” said the receptionist.

“It’s not your fault,” he grumbled.

“Weather can get like this sometimes during hurricane season. We’re outside the hurricane belt, but we occasionally get sideswiped a bit. As soon as the storm passes, I can help you get a flight back home. The last flight just came in and the airport is closing down. It’s just a precaution. I’m sure everything will be fine.”

Sideswiped? What did she mean sideswiped? He had seen plenty of news bulletins about hurricanes, but he had never experienced so much as a severe thunderstorm. What if she was wrong and the hurricane hit the island directly?

“Is there a hurricane right now?” he asked, panic rising.

“Right now it’s just a tropical storm and it seems headed for Puerto Rico and Cuba. It will probably gather speed and strength as it travels, but we haven’t received an official warning yet.” She flashed a reassuring smile.

As he passed the bar on his way back to his suite, he caught sight of a familiar face.

“Isabella,” he greeted her as he passed through the door. “Fancy seeing you here!”

She turned, eyes lit up at the sight of him.

“Wow! Small island!” she replied. “Are you staying here?”

He nodded. “You?”

“The whole party,” she confirmed. “Wedding’s off, though. No outdoor, surf and sand, white bikini ceremony for my best friend. It’s plan B.”

“I hear December is a better time to come,” he suggested.

“I’ll let her know.”

Danny drew a stool next to her.

“What can I get for you, sir?”

“Whatever she’s having,” Danny answered, which turned out to be a rum punch, the island specialty.

They spent the next hour downing rum punches and exchanging bits and pieces of information regarding their personal lives.

“I’m a dental hygienist,” Isabella divulged in drunken giggles. “Can you believe it?”

Danny laughed. “Must be why you have such a beautiful smile.”

Isabella bit her lip a bit self-consciously and Danny loved it. He couldn’t help wanting to bite that lip too, and a curl of desire began to unleash in his core.

“Come up to my room,” she invited, as they left the bar. “I have a great little wet bar.”

He was sorely tempted, and knew he should resist. But the combination of alcohol, her allure, and her teasing voice made following her too easy.

It didn’t take but two steps inside the door for Isabella to draw him close to her. She grasped his face firmly in both hands and captured his lips in a kiss that left him weak in the knees. Her tongue was hot and hungry and her hands wandered downwards to explore his body.

Danny found himself losing control. His tongue left her soft, ravishing lips and trailed downwards along the nape of her slender neck. She moaned in pleasure as she tilted her head back. Danny released the buttons of her blouse as his mouth traveled downwards, revealing a black lacy bra. Her full breasts spilled over, and he released them. She let out a soft moan as he took a nipple into his mouth and began licking and sucking the nipple until it peaked.

Danny’s dick throbbed, anticipating the moment he would thrust into her tight, wet pussy. He felt her hands linger along his crotch. She slowly drew his zipper downwards and slipped her hand into the opening. Her fingers explored his body, and he groaned as she took firm hold of his fully hard cock.

Her touch seemed to bring clarity to his alcohol-glazed mind.

Lisa. He had promised her that he would “keep it in his pants,” that he would remember her and not cheat. He had said he loved her, and, though she could be a jealous bitch sometimes, he really did.

“I’m sorry. I can’t do this. I’m married,” he blurted out, and stepped back.

“I don’t care,” she whispered, stepping closer. “I want you to fuck me, Danny.”

Danny had never met any woman this bold. She didn’t care that he was married? She only wanted to fuck?

Gently, he cupped her chin and brought her head up to meet his eyes. “Listen, Isabella. You’re beautiful, and God knows I want you, but I can’t do this to my wife. I made her a promise.”

The truth was, if he were going to cheat again, it would be with someone like Isabella. Someone young and bold and beautiful.

Knowing he would regret it as he lay in his lonely bed that night, Danny turned on his heel and walked away, towards his own room for a cold shower. He hoped his own mini bar was well stocked.

***

Danny was so intent on a shower and drink that he nearly tripped on the pink leather suitcases lying in the middle of the floor.

What the fuck?

They looked just like Lisa’s. Dumbfounded, he stood stock still and stared. He took a quick look around the room and saw nothing.

Well, if Lisa
was
here, he would definitely need a drink. He headed to the mini bar and reached for a tiny bottle of rum. He headed for the bedroom.

Through the gauzy curtains she’d drawn around it, he could see Lisa, lying naked on the bed.

“Lisa?” he choked.

She raised her head and smiled, that lovely, welcoming smile. “Hey, baby. Aren’t you happy to see me?”

She was masturbating with the biggest vibrator Danny had ever seen, rubbing it up and down her slit, and she didn’t stop just because he’d walked in the room. Her free hand rubbed one beautifully rosy-peaked tit, and her back arched as she rubbed her pussy against the device between her legs.

He nearly spilled the bottle of rum down his shirt.

She laughed. “I knew you’d be surprised. Come join me.”

His dick throbbed. “I think I’d rather watch you.”

“I can do more if you hold the vibrator for me. C’mon, baby. Take off your clothes and get in here.”

Danny didn’t need to be asked a third time. He stripped, revealing his lean body and hard cock. Isabella had already gotten him worked up; walking into his room to find his
wife
masturbating on his bed was a dream come true.

He crawled onto the bed and kissed Lisa, a deep, yearning, passionate kiss. She kissed him back as she guided his hand down her body to the vibrator. Wordlessly, she showed him where to hold it and exactly how much pressure to use. Then she began moving her hips against it in slow, rhythmic circles. Her hands moved to her tits and massaged them firmly, thumb and forefingers grasping the taut nipples to pinch and squeeze and tug until they peaked.

Danny sat, mesmerized, moving the vibrator slowly against his wife’s pussy as she closed her eyes and arched her back.

“More, Danny!” she murmured. “Harder! Mmm, put it
in
me…”

He thrust the vibrator inside of her –
can she really take that much?
he wondered – and she began to moan, hips still moving.

“Oh, yeah, Danny, more, harder, please!”

Danny began feverishly pumping the vibrator in and out of his wife as she begged. His cock throbbed painfully. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted to fuck her this much. She clutched her gorgeous breasts in her hands and her entire body moved with the rhythm he’d established with the fucking device. Her body writhed in pleasure.

“I’m going to come!” she cried, and she did, body arched, head thrown back, eyes closed in ecstasy. Her entire body shuddered, over and over, and then collapsed backwards on the bed. Danny left the vibrator on for a moment, and she continued to tremble with aftershocks until she gently placed her hand on his to turn it off.

“Your turn now, baby,” she said with a wicked smile.

“Mine?” he asked hopefully.

“Yours,” she said. She crawled up onto her knees and bent to place her head in his lap. She took his waiting cock into her warm, ready mouth and began to suck vigorously.

Danny closed his eyes and gave himself over to the pleasure. Lisa took his entire cock into her mouth and sucked deeply, then released him and swirled her tongue over the head. She gave him light, butterfly flicks and kisses down his length before taking him inside once more. Danny began to move, ever so slightly, between her welcoming lips. His cock on her tongue felt amazing, and the way she was sucking him down, so eagerly… Danny couldn’t stand it any longer. He felt his body tighten, and reflexively, he grasped Lisa’s hair, drawing her closer to him. Groaning, he spilled himself deep into her mouth.

She swallowed every drop and licked her beautiful lips. Smiling, she rested her head on his thigh.

“What a lovely welcome,” she said.

“Why
are
you here, Lisa?” he asked, dropping a kiss on the top of her head.

She shrugged. “I was sitting at home, pouting, when I thought, why not go to Barbados and surprise Danny? It would be so much more fun than sitting around worrying all weekend. And it is.” She flashed a brilliant smile.

Danny smiled back. She was right. It was more fun. “I’m glad you came,” he said.

She laughed. “Me too.”

***

Squalling winds woke them the following morning. Rain poured down in sheets and pounded on their patio doors. Through the windows, Danny could barely make out the trees in the garden leaning with the wind. It seemed a dangerous time to be on Barbados.

“Danny, I’m scared,” whispered Lisa.

“It’s all right, baby,” he assured her, though he was becoming more and more certain that it would
not
be all right.

Around noon, they received word that, not only were guests confined to the hotel, they were to gather in a central location, away from any windows that might break in high winds.

Danny and Lisa made their way to the bar, hoping that drinks of larger volume would settle their nerves. They weren’t the only ones with the idea, and the hotel had apparently expected large volumes of guests. Free drinks were flowing and music was pumping. The place was packed with jittery guests looking for the cure to fear and boredom. They drank, chatted, told terrible jokes, and some had even begun to dance. Several were colleagues of Danny’s, and one was Isabella.

Danny’s heart began to race when he noticed her. What would he say?
This is my wife, Lisa, you know, the one I almost cheated on with you? Lisa, this is Isabella, her hand was on my dick yesterday while you were apparently masturbating on my bed…

Isabella took care of that. Danny almost choked when she called his name across the bar and approached them with a huge smile, but her attention honed in on Lisa.

“Hi, you must be Danny’s wife!” she exclaimed. “I’m Isabella. Danny’s talked so much about you!”