I licked and sucked my way up those luscious legs of hers and then pulled her panties down away from her pink pussy, bending in to kiss that as well. Even with something that simple, she was arching against the sheets, and I knew this was going to be over fast.
It was a pity. I always hoped to find a sexy girl with a bit more stamina. But then again, if her stamina was that good, it probably meant that she slept around a lot, and I wasn't exactly looking to sleep with a slut.
Sure enough, though, it wasn't long before Kelly was gasping out my name and coming, her pussy pressing hard around me and her hands clawing desperately at the sheets. I kept going, managing to bring her to come again and again.
“Stop,” Kelly whimpered, pushing back against my shoulders. “It's–It's too much, Christian.”
I rolled my eyes and pulled out, jacking myself hard for a few moments before coming across her tits. That was never my preferred way to finish, but that seemed to be the way it always happened with women at this point. They just couldn't handle me.
I slipped out of bed and began collecting her things for her, ignoring the disappointed look she gave me. What, had she thought I was going to let her stay over in my bed? The thought was almost laug
hable. I escorted her back downstairs and got her into a cab. That was the most I had to offer.
Chapter Two
Gretchen
I took a deep breath of the morning air and let it out slowly. It had rained a little the night before, and the beach looked practically pristine, with all evidence of people washed away. Granted, the beach tended to never look the same from day to day. And I should know. I'd had my shop here on this little stretch of beach for a few years now, and I was out here every morning, before my first client came, with a cup of coffee. I loved having that little routine to start off my day, to give me a moment to just breathe in the place and relax.
I could never imagine leaving Hawaii. This place had always been home. I smiled a little, thinking of how lucky I was to live in paradise, but I was startled out of my thoughts by someone calling my name.
I turned and saw Mina dropping off some trash out back from her pineapple shop next door, and I smiled even wider, hopping off the back porch of my own building and going over to meet her.
“Morning, Mina,” I greeted and offered her a warm smile.
“Good morning,” she said and smiled back. “How's it going today? Are you busy?”
I laughed a little. “You want to know how many pineapples you're going to sell today?” I teased.
Mina's eyes glinted with mirth. “We both know that you've been instrumental in drumming up business for me lately,” she said. Then, her eyes grew serious. “I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate that.”
“Well, honey, there's nothing like coming to paradise, getting a good massage, and then wandering over next door for a healthy pineapple shake!” I put my hands on my hips and rested in the warm feeling of living in paradise. It was a blessing too many took for granted and too few enjoyed.
“True,” Mina said.
“You could do with a massage soon yourself,” I said, critically noting her posture. I'd been a massage therapist for long enough that I could tell she was a bit slouched, her shoulders a bit out of alignment from where they should be. “You're doing too much heavy lifting. I bet.” I moved around behind her, and she laughingly turned away from my hands.
“Yeah, yeah,” Mina said. “I do need a massage soon. But I have to finish opening up shop before the morning rush comes through!”
I sighed and shook my head. “You need to-”
“Put myself ahead of my work,” Mina finished, cutting me off like she did often. “I know, you tell me that often enough. And I will, once I marry a millionaire and don't have to worry about the bills!”
I snorted and shook my head. “Where do you think you're going to meet a millionaire?”
“It'll be one of your customers coming over to get a pineapple shake after his massage, of course!” Mina said, winking at me. “Anyway, I'd better get back.”
“Yeah, me too,” I said, sighing. “We should go out for dinner sometime this week too, though. I feel like we haven't caught up in too long.”
“We see each other every day,” Mina pointed out.
“Yeah, but these ten minutes conversations aren't cutting it for me,” I told her. “I need a sit-down dinner where we can really dig into our lives together. It’s been too long.”
“Aw,” she said, pulling me into a hug. “Let's start with getting lunch today; what time are you going?”
I grimaced. “I'm booked solid until three, unfortunately.”
“Three, it is,” Mina said, nodding her head. “I'll get Sandy to cover for me.”