Travis hung up the phone, stretched out on the bed and closed his eyes. It wasn’t long before he had fallen asleep. He was awakened suddenly by a loud noise. He looked at the clock; it was 10:30. He got up and made his way to the door.
“I bet you thought I wasn’t coming,” Veronica said.
“No. To be honest with you, I fell asleep,” Travis said as his eyes began to focus on the woman standing before him with her arms extended. She wore a white cotton dress and carried a bottle of champagne in one hand and a big purse in the other.
Veronica handed the bottle to Travis. “A little something to celebrate your last night on the island,” she said as she passed.
“Dom Perignon ’93.”
“I see you already have on your trunks. Why don’t you pour us a glass and wait for me in the pool?”
Before Travis could say another word, Veronica disappeared into the bathroom. Travis shrugged and went in the kitchen to pour himself a glass of Henny. He’d noticed that there was a champagne bucket in the cabinet. He filled it with ice, got two glasses, and headed out the sliding door to the pool.
He dimmed the light around the pool and turned the water temperature up just a bit before he stepped in. He poured the champagne and sat patiently in the pool slipping Henny, waiting for Veronica to make her appearance.
Finally she appeared, still wearing that same white dress. Veronica came through the door and walked slowly toward the pool. “Did I take too long, Travis?” she asked as she let the dress drop to the ground. “I brought a bikini with me as you asked me to.” She stepped into the water. “And I had started to put it on, but I say, for what? So I can take it off in a few minutes?”
Travis handed her a glass of champagne and Veronica immediately poured it out across his chest. She slowly ran her tongue across his chest until she consumed every drop, all the while rubbing the bulge in his trunks. Travis leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Me’shelle’s image appeared in his mind’s eye. He heard Me’shelle say, Pleasure me, Travis.
Travis reached between Veronica’s legs and ran his hand through her hair as he fingered her clit. Veronica stood up and reached for the bottle. She poured herself a glass and took a sip. “This is very good champagne,” she said then put down her glass.
She walked to the middle of the pool as Travis watched. Then she smiled and went under the water, swimming toward him. Once she got to him, she pulled off his trunks before coming up for air.
Veronica stood in front of him, gliding her hand up and down his staff. Travis grabbed her hips and lost himself in her chest, licking and gently sucking her huge, dark nipples.
She reclaimed her glass, took another sip, and poured the rest on her chest for Travis to lick off. Veronica straddled Travis and eased herself down on his length. She rode Travis slowly while he continued to feast on her nipples. Travis began to feel her legs trembling on his thighs, and he pushed harder. Veronica bared down on him and increased her pace. She could feel that she was about to climax, and she wasn’t ready to. She reached out and touched his face with both hands and kissed him.
Veronica stood up and held out her hand. “Let’s go inside,” she said.
She led Travis out of the water and into the bedroom. She kneeled down on the edge of the bed.
“Damn, you have a pretty ass, Veronica,” Travis said, sliding his hands across it.
“Thank you, Travis.”
Travis placed his hands on her wide hips and entered Veronica slowly. No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn’t get the image of Me’shelle out of his mind. He was gliding in and out of her slowly. Veronica was very wet, and she had excellent control of her muscles.
Veronica rolled over, and Travis eased her on her back and entered her. He placed the weight of his body on his arms and Veronica arched her back, rotating her hips in perfect unison with him. Moving slowly, then fast, then slowly again. Her body began to quiver as she stretched out her legs, seeming to anticipate his movements. Their heartbeats quickened along with the pace, until their bodies shook and she screamed, “Oh, Travis!”