The Island 2: More Pleasure by PJ Ellis

Author:PJ Ellis [Ellis, PJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-06-30T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

On the morning after the night with Simon I went for a long swim in the sea. It felt good. I felt good. The island was really working out for me.

I emerged from the sea and walked barefoot over the sand, feeling the sun’s heat drying me as I walked back to my hut with the intention of having a shower.

As I went inside and turned the water on I was reminded of the day I met Simon. I was in the shower then, turned on and starting to masturbate, when there’d been a knock on the door and a note was left summoning me to the office. Summoning me to him. I never stood a chance, I was wound up before I even got there. And then he’d taken such great care of me with his tongue and his cock.

Last night had been nice too, I reflected. I stepped into the shower and felt the hot water over my naked body and I felt a temptation to please myself again. Here, now. With my left hand I lightly stroked my breasts and circled a nipple while I put my right hand between my legs. I started to finger myself slowly and gently rub my clit. I thought about Simon last night, pictured him going down on me and relived his skilful tongue flicking over and inside my pussy. I breathed heavily and opened my mouth as my body responded to my own touch.

Then another figure entered my head: the shirtless repair guy. He’d barely said a word to me but I wanted to think about him fucking me, his hard body on top of mine and his rigid cock inside me. I felt no particular need to get to know him, no desire to hear his life’s story, I just wanted him to be physical with me. I thought about when I saw him on the beach, when he gave me a prolonged look in my wet bikini, and I fantasised that I had stirred something in him, that he was having sexual thoughts about me.

I reached for the detachable shower-head to use it on myself, to press it against my clit and feel the rush of hot water like a hundred tiny fingers or tongues dancing over my sex. As I did so I noticed some water was leaking out of the bottom of the handle where it joined the hose and it gave me an idea. I fiddled with it, loosened the connection, and the leak became more pronounced. The water coming out of the shower-head, where it was supposed to, correspondingly got weaker.

Feeling naughty I replaced it in the holder and turned the shower off. I stepped out, wrapped a towel around myself, and walked to the telephone beside my bed. I picked up the handset and pressed the button for the main office.

“Hello?” a voice said at the other end.

“Oh yes, er, hi. This is Hannah. There’s something wrong my with shower.” I said.

“Something wrong with your shower,” they repeated.

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