Chapter 7

She was in the forest again, walking towards the dark mist as before. The full moon shone on the horizon, illuminating the forest with silver light. Like the previous times, the glowing eyes appeared in midst of the darkness, staring at her. This time, she felt a deep longing to know what creature laid behind those eyes.

“Who are you?” she asked without speaking. “Please reveal yourself to me.”

Without hesitation, the creature began to emerge from the darkness but to Farrah's surprise, it was a man who appeared. As he stepped further into the moonlight, she recognized him.

“Ryan?” she whispered.

“Dreaming about him already?” Neemah’s voice sounded above her.

Farrah opened her eyes and saw her holiday companion sitting by her bed, fully dressed and smiling.

“Arise and shine, sleepy head,” Neemah said.

“Good morning, Aunty. Don’t you ever sleep?”

“Haha, very funny. Do you know what time it is, Farrah?”

“Let me guess, noon?”

“Not quite, but very close. You were so deep in sleep that you didn’t hear the phone ringing early this morning. I had to come in here to answer the call.”

“Who was calling?”

“Your parents. They were calling to check on us and I told them you were still asleep.”

Farrah gasped. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

“They said not to,” Neemah said with a shrug. “You can always call them later, right?”

“Right,” Farrah agreed. She remembered that she and Neemah had had a tense moment yesterday and she owed her Aunty an apology.

“Aunty, about yesterday…” she began.

“Yes, about yesterday,” Neemah said. “I am sorry for the way I spoke to you. I had no business meddling in your personal life. I came here to keep you company, not prevent you from enjoying yourself.”

“I understand, Aunty. I also owe you an apology for snapping at you as I did. You were only looking out for me and that’s not a bad thing. I guess I got carried away with the excitement of hanging out with Ryan.”

“Speaking of Ryan,” Neemah said. “How did it go with you two last night?”

“Oh, Aunty! It was so much fun,” Farrah said like a happy little girl. “Queensland is even more beautiful at night. It felt like being in paradise.”

Neemah found Farrah’s excitement infectious. “I can imagine.”

After their chat, they went outside to have brunch at the gazebo in the backyard. Mrs. Devon came along with her daughters shortly after to check on them and ask if they needed anything. Neemah was so happy to have someone other than Farrah to talk to.

When the Devons left an hour and a half later, Farrah and Neemah went back inside to make their phone call to Nigeria. It was a pleasure to hear her parents’ voices, and they too were glad to speak with her and hear her sounding so lively. They could tell that she was having a fantastic time in St. Kitts and Nevis. When they were done with the phone call, Farrah went to her room to change into a sky blue umbrella dress. She wore her brown strappy sandals and carried her tan raffia shoulder bag. It was time to hit the road and spend the rest of the day with Ryan. Her belly quivered with anticipation. She knew that she was ready to go all the way with Ryan today if he asked.

That’s crazy, her brain admonished her. You barely know the guy.

So what? She countered in her head. I’m on vacation, this is what single ladies do on vacations, right?

At that moment, she realized that it was the first time she’d acknowledged to herself that she was single; not engaged, not in a relationship, but single. Unattached. Which meant she didn’t have to be loyal or faithful to anyone else but herself. So what’s wrong with a little holiday fling with a man she might never see again?

I don’t see anything wrong with that, she thought with a naughty smile. I deserve a slice of paradise too.

Farrah had never been impulsive in her life; she’d always been cautious with every move she made, including her relationship but where has that led her? Yes, it’s good to be careful but she also wanted a little taste of the wild side. Live a little, as Nadia would often tell her.

Farrah sprayed a generous amount of her Victoria Secret perfume in all the right places, and she was good to go. She breezed out of her room smelling like a bouquet of expensive flowers. As she reached the front door, Neemah’s voice halted her.

“Going out?” Neemah asked. She was sitting on a bean bag in the den, reading an old lifestyle magazine.

In her hurry to go meet with Ryan, Farrah had completely forgotten about Neemah. Crap!

“Oh, Aunty…I’m sorry I forgot to mention earlier that I would be chilling with Ryan today.”

Neemah smiled. “It’s fine, Farrah. Go on and have fun. I’ll be going over to the Devons later. Remember they invited us to their family barbecue today?”

“Ah, yes…” Farrah had forgotten about it.

“Off you go then. Say hi to Ryan for me.”

“Thank you, Aunty,” Farrah said and blew her aunty a kiss.

She took a taxi to the hotel Ryan was staying at, hoping that she’d find him there. They hadn’t exchanged phone numbers yesterday, so there was no way for her to call him and inform him that she was coming. Plus, they didn’t even decide on a time and place to meet today. How silly!

When she got to the hotel, she hesitated a little before approaching the reception desk. I hope I’m not coming off as desperate by doing this, she wondered. Guys don’t like desperate women.

“Do you need help?” the doorman asked her.

“Uh, no,” she said with a self-conscious laugh. “I was just on my way to the front desk.”

Farrah slowly made her way to the front desk to speak with the receptionist, whom she told that her friend was staying at the hotel, but she couldn’t remember his room number. She gave his name the receptionist phoned his room to inform him of Farrah’s presence. Two minutes later, she was in the elevator on her way to the fourth floor where Ryan was staying.

He answered the door on her first knock. “Farrah! It’s good to see you again,” he said with a wide smile. He was dressed in a white T-shirt and a pair of multi-colored beach shorts.

“Hi. Sorry, I didn’t call before showing up,” she said shyly. “I didn’t get your number yesterday.”

“Please come in,” he said and stepped aside for her to enter the room. “You know, I did realize as I was driving off last night that we didn’t exchange numbers, but I didn’t want to go back and end up waking your aunty. I assumed she was already asleep.”

“You’re right, she was. I had to tiptoe into my room like a teenager sneaking into the house, so I wouldn’t accidentally wake her up.”

He chuckled. “Please make yourself comfortable. Would you like a drink?”

“Just some cold water,” she said.

He went over to the small fridge in the adjoining kitchenette to grab a bottle of water. The room looked like a mini apartment; there was the living room section where she was sitting, which had a sofa, two chairs, and a coffee table. Then there was the sleeping area with the bed and a dressing table nearby. There was the bathroom and the kitchenette with its minimal but functional appliances. There was also a 32-inch TV on the wall that served the entire room. The place was spacious and comfy.

“Thank you,” she said as she took the water from him. “I like this place. It’s like a mini home away from home.”

“Doesn’t come cheap, but worth every cent,” he said.

She nodded and sipped her water.

“Any suggestions about where we should explore today?” he asked her.

How about you explore my body right now? She thought. “You’re practically a local, so you tell me,” she said instead.

Ryan laughed. “Do you swim?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t bring my swimwear.”

“Not a problem. You can buy one at the boutique on our way to the beach.”

“Ok, cool,” she said.

“Have you had lunch? I’m starving,” he said with a yawn.

“That makes two of us. Let’s grab a bite somewhere.”

They stopped at the in-house restaurant at the hotel to eat before hitting the road. Then they made another stop at the beach-side boutique to grab a swimsuit for Farrah. She chose an oxblood leotard with a revealing neckline and cut-outs in all the right places to accentuate her curves.

Gosh, this is too obvious, her brain complained. It screams, “I’M DESPERATE TO GET LAID!”

So what? Her body countered. I’m just going after what I want, so mind your damn business!

Oh well…

She wore the swimsuit underneath her dress and tucked her underwear into her bag. They finally hit the beach which was already teaming with hundreds of other beachgoers. It was a different beach from the one she and Neemah had gone to the other day. This one had tents for lounging, beach chairs with umbrellas, and mini relaxation quarters with a bed and a couch in each of them. The place looked like the perfect seaside oasis.

“This place is beyond beautiful, Ryan,” Farrah sighed.

“I agree,” he said quietly. “Wanna go for a swim?”

She shrugged. “I’ve never swum in a beach before. I’m always afraid I might get swept away by the current.”

Ryan laughed. “Don’t worry, babe. I gat you.”

They paid for one of the relaxation huts so they could keep their stuff there. When Ryan took off his shirt, Farrah’s breath caught in her throat. The sight of his perfectly ripped torso had her salivating internally. What a snack!

She tried to make a show of taking off her dress but one of the straps got stuck on her hair, so she had to struggle a little to yank it off. Ugh!

Despite her unsuccessful attempt at a sexy strip tease, she was rewarded with a subtle gasp from Ryan once her dress was out of the way.

“Wow. You picked the perfect swimsuit,” he said with a charming smile.

“I’m glad you like it,” she replied with a grin.

They walked hand-in-hand towards the sea and Farrah couldn’t help but notice how they drew stares from the people they passed by. A handsome god with his beautiful goddess—who wouldn’t stare at such a powerful combination? She thought proudly. Normally, Farrah was the type that didn’t like to be noticed; the type that liked to melt into the crowd and just blend in, but today, she welcomed the attention wholeheartedly.

They started swimming in the shallow waters before gradually moving deeper to where the rolling waves formed. Ryan held Farrah’s hand the whole time, letting her know that she was perfectly safe with him. After several minutes of swimming, they returned to their hut, ordered some mimosas, and watched the sunset together.

Farrah rested her head on Ryan’s shoulder as they watched the sun slowly disappear into the horizon. Something about the whole ambiance and their closeness made her want to lean in and kiss Ryan. When she turned her head to look at him, she saw that he’d been gazing at her all along. His eyes bore into hers and there was no mistaking the desire she saw in them.

“Kiss me, Ryan,” she whispered.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he whispered back with what sounded like relief.

His lips met hers gently at first, then she pulled him closer to deepen the kiss. He began to explore her mouth; nibbling, tasting, searching. Farrah never knew it was possible to get so turned on just from kissing. It was never that way with Alex because he wasn’t really into kissing, to start with. But here she was, ready to jump Ryan right there in public just because of a kiss. Phew!

She broke the kiss. “Let’s go back to the hotel,” she told him.

“Are you sure?” he asked, searching her face.

“Yes, Ryan. I’m sure.”

She didn’t have to say it twice because he was just as turned on as she was. The drive back to the hotel was a quick one; Ryan practically transformed into a Formula One racer as he sped to The Baron.

“Take it easy, Hamilton,” Farrah had joked. “Don’t make the traffic police come after us.”

“We don’t want that now, do we?” He laughed.

Once inside the hotel room, Farrah pulled Ryan close for a kiss. She couldn’t quite fathom how she came about this sudden boldness, because on a normal day, she was always shy when it came to getting intimate. She’d always waited for Alex to make the first move and set the pace for their make-out sessions. But not today; not here and not with this juicy piece of handsomeness. Maybe it was the mimosa, or maybe it was simply something about the island paradise that was giving her this fresh dose of confidence, but whatever it was, Farrah loved it and she savored this new feeling of power.

Ryan held her close as he responded to her kiss with equal fire. He ran a hand over her body and touched sand.

“How about we take this to the shower and rinse off all this sand first?” he murmured over her lips.

“Sounds like a good idea,” she agreed.

He led her to the bathroom which had a white medium-sized bathtub on one side, and a shower stall on the other side that was spacious enough to contain both of them at the same time. Without further ado, Ryan stripped off his clothes, standing proudly in all his male glory.

Farrah took a moment to admire the glorious sight before her, starting from his hard chest down to his perfectly toned abs, down to the—

Sweet Lord! Farrah swallowed hard. Never in her life had she seen a man who was hung like this one standing in front of her. Never had she ever seen a man this beautiful. Nobody came close. Nobody!

“Wow,” she whispered.

“Thank you,” he said with a grin.

First, she took off her dress, then her swimsuit. Despite her confidence earlier, Farrah now felt shy standing naked in front of Ryan.

“You’re such a beautiful woman, Farrah,” Ryan said. “In every single way.”

His compliments restored her confidence. “Thank you, Prince Charming,” she smiled.

“You’re welcome, Princess,” he said with a wink. He took her hand and led her into the shower stall, then turned on the shower. Warm water sprayed out of the shower nozzles, drenching both of them in a matter of seconds.

Ryan grabbed his musk-scented bar soap and began work up a lather as he ran it over Farrah’s body. He returned the soap in its place; then he gently caressed her neck and slowly worked his way around her shoulders down to her breasts which he kneaded briefly before continuing his trip down her torso, stroking her flat belly that quivered under his touch and then his fingers slid down to her center. At first, he cupped her vagina in his hand, then he slid his middle finger between the lips, stroking her clitoris back and forth ever so slowly.

Farrah’s knees buckled from the sheer pleasure she was experiencing. “Oh my gosh!” she gasped. She’d never felt anything as delicious as this in her whole life.

Ryan held her up against him, with her back resting on his chest. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her butt and she shivered with anticipation. He continued to stroke her, giving her mind-blowing orgasms till she cried out. He withdrew his hand from between her legs and positioned her directly under the shower to rinse off the soap from her body. His tenderness almost made Farrah cry. He was touching her so carefully and lovingly as if she were the most precious thing he’d ever seen.

Farrah wanted to touch and feel every inch of him too. She pulled him under the shower, rinsing off the sand from every part of his body that her hand could touch. When reached down and grabbed his fully erect cock, she heard him inhale sharply. Tit for tat, she thought victoriously. Farrah went down on her knees and took him in her mouth. She loved the heaviness of his big dick and how it filled up her mouth; It was like having a mouthful of solid ice cream. She worked the full length with her tongue, taking tiny nibbles on the head at intervals, then closing her mouth around him and repeating the process differently each time.

“Farrah,” Ryan moaned, placing his hand on her head as if to stop her, yet not wanting her to stop. She was driving him mad with pleasure and he wasn’t sure how much more of it he could take before he exploded.

She was pleased to know that he was enjoying what she was doing to him, and it encouraged her to keep at it. She grabbed his balls gently and began to massage and knead them between her fingers. She was sucking him and working his balls at the same time, pushing him over the edge.

He pulled back from her, then cupped her face in his hand. “I can’t take it anymore, Farrah,” he panted. “I need to be inside you.”

“What are you waiting for?” she asked.

“I don’t have a condom,” he informed her.

“It’s ok. I’m on birth control.”

She stood up and put his arms around her body. “Stop asking my permission to fuck me, Ryan. Just do it already.”

He gave her a wicked smile and said, “Your wish is my command.”

Ryan leaned down to kiss her while anchoring her arms around his neck. He grabbed her butt cheeks firmly and in one swift motion, lifted her off her feet so that her legs were wrapped around his hips. He glided half of his hard cock into her, holding that position for a few seconds. Farrah felt her whole body quake with the mind-numbing sensation she got from that single shallow thrust. She wiggled her hips in an attempt to draw him deeper into her, but he pulled back and delivered another shallow thrust. He was teasing her, and the effect was insane!

He bent his head forward, catching one of her nipples between his lips. He began to suck the rock-hard nipple as he continued to tantalize her with those maddening slow strokes he was delivering below. Farrah thought she had died and gone to heaven, she bucked and wiggled her body as wave after wave of powerful orgasms shook her entire being. He moved his mouth to her neck, kissing it then he ran his tongue over the sensitive skin.

And just when Farrah thought nothing else could top what she was feeling at that moment, he surprised her with a full thrust, taking her to another soul-shaking realm entirely. She screamed out his name, begging him for more. As he continued to pound into her hard, she cried happy tears. There were no words to adequately describe the feeling that was coursing through her body right then—it was way too amazing to explain.

They rode the waves of pleasure together till he cried out like a ferocious wild animal as his seed burst out of him, warming her insides. They clung to each other, panting while their orgasms slowly faded. Without saying a word, they disengaged from each other and took a proper shower together.

******

“Are you leaving?” Ryan asked when he saw Farrah putting on her dress.

“Yeah,” Farrah replied. “I didn’t tell my Aunty that I won’t be returning home today, and I don’t want her to drive herself crazy worrying about me.”

“Oh,” he said, sounding disappointed.

“Tomorrow is another day,” Farrah said with a smile. “So cheer up buddy.”

He chuckled. “Let me drop you off then.”

“Nah, don’t bother. I’ll just grab a taxi.”

“No, I insist. I’ll drive you home. I don’t want to be the one driving myself crazy with worry if I don’t know for sure that you got home safely.”

Aww, how sweet, she thought. “Ok,” she said.

He strolled past her on his way to the wardrobe to get fresh clothes to wear, and Farrah couldn’t help but admire his firm, perfectly sculpted ass.

“Nice buns,” she commented.

“Thanks,” he replied and made a hilarious attempt at wiggling his butt, sending Farrah into a fit of laughter.

She loved how their sense of humor was so in sync with one another. She knew Ryan wasn’t the type of person that she’d need to explain a joke to because he’d totally get it. He was just as quirky as she was.

He put on a grey T-shirt with a pair of denim pants and grey sneakers, and he was good to go. They held hands as they left the hotel, chatting and laughing like longtime lovers. As they drove to Sunset Bay, Ryan switched on the car radio, so they had an impromptu carpool karaoke by lip-syncing some of the popular songs playing.

Farrah knew right then that no matter what might happen after today, she would always remember that moment as the time that she nearly fell in love with Ryan.