Jack Robbins - Roamin Sex Games

"Very well, you two have sold me. Bring me a Polynesian Passion," Pete said, laughing.

The waiter left and Pete sat gazing at Pam. She was looking at the flower-filled gardens around the hotel.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" she remarked.

Pete, never taking his eyes off her, replied, "Yes, very beautiful." She turned her head slowly and saw his gaze, knowing he was referring to her. He reached over and gently laid his hand on hers. She felt her heart begin to beat faster. "I'm glad I ran into you on the beach, Pam. Ever since I saw you the other night I've been wanting to meet you. Since we agree that fate intended us to meet, I think she should begin to get better acquainted. Will you have dinner with me tonight?"

She turned her incredibly beautiful blue-green eyes on him and lowered her thick lashes and said, "Yes, Pete, I'd be delighted."

Pete felt his heart race. His balls tingled and his cock moved slightly in his shorts. He was thinking about how much he would like to ball this gorgeous creature.

The waiter brought their drinks and set the tall, frosty glasses in front of them. Pete took a sip.

"You're right, Pam. This is delicious."

She sipped the cool refreshing liquid. "Ummm," she said as the fruit flavor filled her mouth and trickled down her throat. She flicked her tongue out over her luscious red lips, looked across the rim of her glass and smiled seductively at Pete. Then she heard somebody call her name. She looked around and saw Shelly and a man coming around the edge of the pool. The man was somebody she hadn't seen before. They approached and Pam asked them to join her and Pete. They pulled up chairs and sat down. Introductions were made.

When Pam introduced Pete to Shelly, Shelly exclaimed, "Of course, I remember him! The guy we saw in the bar and at dinner the other night. The one you -thought was so handsome, Pam, and you said you could really go for."

"Oh, Shelly," Pam said, coloring. "Be quiet!"

"Let her continue," Pete said, "I'm flattered!"

"I think you're handsome too, Pete," Shelly said, "and I also think Ted is very groovy and handsome." She smiled and put her hand to the cheek of the man with her.

He was Ted Bradley, a good-looking, well built middle-aged man. Shelly had met him the night before and they had taken an instant liking to each other. He came from a wealthy shipping family. He was on the islands on business and, since he met Shelly, he was in no hurry to leave.

Shelly and Ted had a drink with Pam and Pete, and afterward, challenged them to a game of shuffleboard. Shelly and Ted won and then the guys played the girls. Ted and Pete won by a big margin. After the game, Ted had to leave and go to a business meeting. Shelly went up to her room to get ready for a date with him later, and Pete and Pam were left alone again.

They found a couple of lounge chairs and stretched out, enjoying the breeze, watching the sun lower into the blue sea. Pam felt high and relaxed after the drinks she had and sitting so close to Pete made her even higher.

When dusk began to gather, she told Pete she would have to go and get ready if they were going out to dinner. They went into the hotel and boarded a waiting elevator. Pete's room was on the second floor. He squeezed her hand when he left her and told her to meet him in the bar at eight. When he left and the elevator door closed, Pam felt that she could have floated up the rest of the way without the elevator.

She showered and selected one of her favorite dresses to wear to dinner. A pale green outfit, it showed off her blonde and gorgeous curves to good advantage.

At eight she walked into the dimly lit bar. Pete saw her enter and went to meet her. He felt his breathing increase and his legs weakened at the sight of her. This time they passed over Polynesian Passions in favor of a more conventional martini.

They drove into town in the golden twilight and chose a small, uncrowded restaurant on the town's main street. After dinner they danced cheek-to-cheek at a cozy little club that featured a native band.

When they left, it was getting late and Pam felt as though she was walking on air. Pete drove along the coast, and finding a secluded place, parked. The full moon rode high over the ocean, making a silvery path across the rippling water. Pete pulled her close and she put her head on his shoulder.

She could feel the warmth of his body and his breath sighing through his lips. Beneath the fabric of his jacket she could feel his hard, rippling muscles. She didn't want to throw herself at him. She really dug him and she wanted him to be more than just a fast lay like Lou and Jeff. She wanted to cool it with Pete and lot it develop into something more. But she liked him so much she knew she would let him do whatever he wanted to.

He turned and kissed her. His warm breath came into her mouth and his tongue pushed between her lips and met her tongue as they intertwined, feeling and probing. His hand rubbed and caressed her body.

Then, suddenly, the headlights of a car loomed out of the darkness, illuminating their car in a bright circle of light. They sat up and watched while the other car parked nearby and a group of people got out and walked toward the surf.

"Damn!" Pete said. "I didn't think we'd be disturbed here."

Pam looked at him, his face clear in the moonlight. "I'm sorry, Pete." Looking about them at the beautiful night, she said, "Let's walk down to the water's edge." She needed to cool off.

They walked across the sandy beach and kicked off their shoes and waded in the cool, refreshing surf. The group of people were nearby, laughing and talking, shining lights into the wet sand to see what the sea had washed up.

Pete and Pam walked for awhile, holding hands, stopping every once and a while to kiss. When they returned to the car, the group of people were still close by. Pete suggested they drive further down the beach to another secluded spot. Pam looked at her watch and remarked at how late it was. She told him they'd better return to the hotel.

They drove back to the Moalakoi and Pete escorted her to her door. He kissed her warmly and promised to call her the first thing the following morning.

She went inside and undressed and crawled into the big bed. Immediately her hands stole down to her sticky crotch and she inserted a finger into the hot flesh, and masturbated. She thought about Pete until she came, her cream running all over her thighs and onto the clean white sheets.

In the morning, Pam was awakened by a sharp knock at the door. She stretched comfortably, at first not paying any attention to the intruding noise, but it came again, sharper and louder. She sat up, fully awake, her peaceful slumber shattered. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, and standing up, walked to the door.

"Who is it?" she called

"It's me, Shelly."

She opened the door and Shelly rushed in, dressed in a pair of shortie shorts and a colorful blouse. She looked at Pam's naked body and smiled.

"Have fun last night?" she asked.

"Yes," Pam answered and shivered, remembering. She walked to the closet and took out a negligee and put it on.

"I had a ball!" Shelly exclaimed. "Ted is a gas! We went to dinner at an Oriental place and he stuffed me with all kinds of delicious food.

We went dancing and for a drive, wound up back at his place for a couple of drinks. He's staying in a gorgeous apartment that a friend of his is letting him use. Well, before I knew it he had me in a sac. Pam, he's fantastic, really fantastic! You ought to see him naked! He's perfect! He can really turn a girl on. He showed me all kinds of tricks! Say, how was the good-looking Pete Everett?"

"Wonderful," Pam answered, "simply wonderful."

"I knew he would be," Shelly said. "What do you two have planned for today?"