The sun was in full bloom as the early morning matured to mid-morning. Lolly and Patrice had announced their plan to spend the day at the beach using the one-bedroom beach house to spend the night there. Off they went on two of the electric bikes breasts bouncing freely as they made their way down the hill.

I needed to check the desalinization plant which had been acting up the last couple of days so went to shower and change clothes. The prickle of the shower invigorated my skin as the lukewarm water needled it. The shower curtain pulled back revealing the naked figure of Esmeralda as she stepped in to join me. Astounded, but pleased, I muttered, “What a delightful and unexpected surprise.”

Her skin was a golden hue with full breasts sagging a bit and tipped with erect marble-sized nipples. Her unshaven pussy dripped as the water ran down her body. She wrapped her arms around my waist pressing her water-slicked body firmly against mine then pulling my face to hers as our lips locked at first tentatively then as our tongues swirled together, more passionately.

“We have waited much too long to do this…much too long,” she whispered between gasps of arousal.

My heart pounded and a sense of sexual urgency enveloped me. My hands searched her body exploring every curve and crevice. My fingers wove through her thick black pubic hair as they glanced over her clitoris causing her to tremble accompanied by a guttural moan infused with arousal. My mind demanded that I come to my senses and stop before we went too far but my passion overruled common sense and responded to her physical demands.

She kissed the curve of my neck biting in small nips as she moved to my nipples. I don’t know whether I ever mentioned but my nipples are incredibly sensitive so as her lips surrounded a nipple my knees almost gave way. Grabbing the back of her head with both hands I pulled her tightly against my chest causing her to suck more intensely. Every nerve in my body was ignited fueling the journey from arousal to unadulterated passion. You could cut diamonds with my cock at this point.

Esmeralda snaked her way along my chest until she reached the perimeter of my pubic hair. Taking small mouthfuls of my hair she pulled each mouthful until it hurt moving slowly around my cock. With each pull she moved closer to my cock until her snakelike tongue flicked the base —her lips surrounded as much as they could. Tongue and lips moved up and down the length until they reached the ridge of the cap-like head. Nibbling the rim she moved her mouth over the head sucking hard as she pulled it deeper into her mouth.

I leaned back against the tiled shower wall to steady myself as Esmeralda not only inhaled my cock but had reached around my back spreading the cheeks of my ass. A finger found my tight, wrinkled entry and attempted to push into its depths. Given the shower water and my natural tightness entry was difficult if not possible. She grabbed a shampoo bottle squeezing a dollop of shampoo on her finger then coating her fingers then with surprising ease her finger plunged into the depths of my ass. A “Last Tango in Paris” moment was evolving…with shampoo instead of butter. I usually am not that keen on butt stuff but…

All the while she had consumed the entire length of my cock as she finger fucked my ass. Having found my prostrate she pumped her digit furiously into my nether region causing me to arch forward and slide slightly down the wet tile wall. My hands grasped her bobbing head as I bucked with the dual pleasuring of my ass and cock. As my intention to continue without cumming was rapidly disappearing I spoke, actually moaned, that I didn’t think I could last much longer. Without a response other than to increase the pace of sucking and finger fucking her response was obvious.

To say I exploded doesn’t do justice to what happened. As I came Esmeralda simply increased the ferocity of her attention to both my ass and cock until the post-coital discomfort was so intense I had to pull her away. Standing she wrapped her arms around me and gently kissed me with the taste of my cum on her lips and in her mouth.

Slowly the revelation of what had happened became tangible in an unanticipated, or better said not considered, awkwardness. It’s not that I had not been attracted to her, I had, but the issue was we lived on the same island and had made a habit of keeping our relationship professional, but friendly. What would happen now? Since my divorce many years ago I was determined not to get emotionally attached to anyone. Living on a secluded island sustained that desire. Guests were strictly selected and always limited in how long they remained on the island.

Given my idiosyncrasies how did Esmeralda come to live on the island? I had put an ad in the mainland paper for a “jack of all trades” to manage not only the domestic side of my life on the island but have some skills in agriculture and a limited mechanical knowledge. An almost impossible job description which in my heart I felt I would never find. After interviewing several dozen candidates Esmeralda showed up. Her resume did not indicate she was female and her credentials were extraordinary. She was a trained chef who had a degree in mechanical engineering with a gardening hobby. When I met her her looks shocked me and immediately I was sure it would not work out….my inherent chauvinism…albeit not because I thought she couldn’t do the job.

After spending two very entertaining hours with her it was impossible not to hire her. She exceeded every requirement. For two years we developed a solid friendship and a level of respect. I will admit her beauty and her body did not go unnoticed. Life on the island is not formal by any means thus dress is a matter of accommodation to weather and comfort. Esmeralda’s usual dress was cutoffs and a t-shirt. Every few months we would prepare a special meal and I would don slacks and a dress shirt and she would put on a lovely sun dress. Since both of us were excellent cooks we prepared the meal together—planning and preparation.

Now back to the subject at hand. We had crossed a border that could make the best-laid plans falter. We finished the shower and dressed. Sitting in the living room I was a bit uncomfortable but curiously Esmeralda was completely at ease.

"Let's make this as straightforward as possible. We had sex and it was long overdue. We both wanted it and I have no regrets whatsoever. We have a solid friendship that should mitigate any reservations you might have. I would say it changes nothing but it does. If we both agree, it would be nice to fuck from time to time. The sex issue is neither binding nor exclusive. I like to fuck a woman from time to time and I suspect from what I have seen you like to have a change of pace with a selection of women. I am fine with that arrangement if you are," said Esmeralda.

“It will take a little adjustment time, but I think I can accommodate the change without too much trouble.”

And so Part II ends with a shift in the dynamic. For those needing or wanting sex, I stumbled through my attempt at that. Hopefully, it inspires some interest, if not I warn you now that…well you know.

Part III may or may not happen. At the moment, I have exhausted my meager literary skills and need to recharge. I have never written a multipart story and quite frankly I don’t think I have done enough foreshadowing to create any appendages to what has been written. Adieu.