Resistance could be futile

Perfect. Lesley Small thought as she twirled before the body length mirrors. Her ebony skin contrasted with the white polish on her toes. The avocado oil made her feel and smell scrumptious.

"If only Colin noticed," Lesley said and could not hide the chuckle.

 "This was the fifth store in Manhattan and the town car was already full of boxes."

The voice came from the other side of the louvred doors.

"Hush up Flynn. How often do you get to come on an all-expense paid shopping trip. Later, I'm going back to the hotel, soak in the hot tub and drink a bottle of wine. Who cares if my husband puts the nations' business before our anniversary. I didn't even tell him a flew out this morning. Personally, I don't even think he will even realise that I wasn't at home."

"Sis, you are using his credit card, how do you think he won't find out?" Flyn asked, while standing guard outside the changing room.

"Flynn in Manhattan I can walk down the street, and no one recognizes me. I feel so free. I am not restricted or shepherded by security. In St. Barts or some of the other islands I am Lesley Small, wife and First Lady of St. Barts. When Daddy told me he was handing me the party I never wanted that responsibility. I wanted to be free. You should have been the one in charge Flynn, but. Lesley's voice trailed off.

The changing room doors door burst open and Lesley stood clad only in a red negligee.

She turned slowly as if she was a display doll on a carousel.

"What's that for?' Flynn asked sounding as if a lump was in his throat.

"This is for later bro," Lesley responded.

"Later, but aren't you alone at the hotel?" Flynn struggled to ask.

Flynn's eyes could not stop looking, even though she was his sister Lesley had the figure of a beauty queen. Her skin was flawless, and her six-pack stood out. She was hairless except for her eyebrows and head. He was still puzzled. Was his sister meeting someone later?

Finally, Flyn mustered the courage to ask.

"Lesley, are you seeing someone? The sexy outfits can't be for Colin."

"Flynn every woman has fantasies and little fetishes. I like to shop and pretend, but you wouldn't know anything about women would you brother?" Lesley replied sarcastically.

"I hate, you Lesley," Flynn mouthed.

Lesley laughed raucously and pulled back the door.

"Flynn, I know you don't mean that, nothing has changed since we were children. Sibling rivalry. You are the older one, but you are so protective of your sister and the keeper of my secrets. I love you dearly," Lesley said softly.

Flynn was still puzzled.

"Hey, so Colin will be flying up later?" Flynn asked.

"Stop trying to find out my business boy," Lesley replied.

"Flynn do you know that technically we aren't related and you don't have to feel funny about looking at me?" Lesley asked.

"We aren't innocent children anymore Lesley, what happened between us stays in the past. You are married to the President of St. Barts. Back in Jantique we were teenagers Lesley. Besides that was over twenty years ago."

"Shhh Flynn, I saw the way you looked at me earlier, your lips said one thing, but…," her voice trailed off as Lesley pursed her lips in the direction of Flynn's trousers.

"Flynn, you were my first and there are times in my fantasies to drown out Colin and his boring monotones, my mind drifts back to the good old days in Jantique."

Lesley's eyes misted over.

"I remember the time beneath the cellar of the old house in Falmouth. We were locked out of the house and the rain was falling. We took shelter from the rain after I was soaked. You convinced me that I would have caught a cold if I stayed in the wet clothes and the only way we could stay warm was by lying together on the new yam bags. We hugged and then you started to touch me in places that made me tingle and sensations made my tummy feel tight. I heard your breathing change, but it was when your lips touched my nipples, it drove me crazy... I became wetter than the rain. That experience burned into my psyche Flynn."

Flynn closed the doors behind him and looked around nervously.

He watched as Lesley sank to her knees before him and he closed his eyes and heard his zip release. Flynn's head went back as the warm moist heat of his stepsister greeted something that had become engorged with the memories of their childhood days. Their secret remained active as his hands fumbled with the cups of her brazier releasing her breasts and fondling her nipples. Flynn growled and a low gargle built-in his throat. Lesley knew how to release the stress that was building in the muscles in his shoulders. It was weird, but it was their thing. No one could know that they shared.

His knuckles became white as he held onto the top of the louvred doors. His pants crumbled at his feet. Flynn's pale buttocks thrusted back and forth gently, clenching as the low growl got louder. The entire world faded as he pinched Lesley's nipples between his fingers, their release was simultaneous. Lesley's fingers played a symphony in the black g string teasing her clit and finding her centre. Flynn knew exactly what his lover wanted while she pleasured herself. The blood rushed south and his member never lost its rigidity.

Lesly turned around and propped herself on the wooden bench and watched as Flynn positioned himself behind her, while she held the string aside.

"Ahhhhhh…"

She released as he entered her cauldron. Flynn was vigorous and eager. It was as if he had years of pent-up angst… Lesley watched his face in the mirror, contorted, but focused on the task at hand. Eventually softening from one job to something else his hands framed her hip holding her, working her as if he wanted to please and pleasure her. Lesley could not restrain herself. She was aroused by the forbidden and soon her body responded with her stomach crumbling and gush or two from her womanhood bathed Flynn shaft. Something her husband has never gotten from her.

Two hours later

Lesley lay in the bathtub sipping a glass of wine in the hotel room, alone. Her body was covered with warm water. Her mind at ease with the revenge she had taken on her absentee husband, was worth it. She looked at the phone that was resting on the toilet seat cover, where she had placed it after Colin called to say he would have to delay his trip because the results of the offshore oil exploration were due to be presented at the select subcommittee of parliament. With her nipples bobbing in and out of the water, Lesley video called Rex Morgan.

She waited patiently for him to answer and tried not to conceal anything.

"Rex have you concluded the negotiations with Yugo Oil? I want my share of the finder's fee deposited to my personal bank account in Jantique within the hour," Lesley said authoritatively.

Rex, struggled to answer while Lesley watched his eyes feasting on the treat that she laid out for him while tilting the phone backwards and forwards.

Rex gulped hard. Lesley could see the beads of sweat forming on his brow.

She smiled, knowing well that he was uneasy looking.

"Ensure that Colin never finds out that we are the silent Partners in the deal," Lesley said in a much softer tone as she playfully rubbed her favourite nipple while watching Rex's face changed colour.

Lesley toyed with him like a puppet on a string and just after her fingers made her nipples rise, she drew a trail south to the navel ring and beyond and sank it releasing a sigh of pleasure. Lesley watched as Rex's eyes almost pulped from his head and then she disconnected the video call.

She immediately signed into her personal account and laughed.

"Colin Small, if you think I'm going to be the poor wife of the Ex President of St. Barts you are making a sad mistake. You have put the country before me! That is the saddest mistake you have ever made, boy. From now on my life is about what I want money and pleasure," Lesley swore while looked at the phone.

 Her smile widened as she saw the balance in her account. Rex Morgan had kept his word. The zeros had grown and so did Lesley's arousal. Her panting could almost be heard at the main door of the suite. Unlike others that needed porn to get off. Lesley needed the zeros.

The air-conditioning unit was at its lowest, but Lesley tossed and turned in her bed. Beads of sweat rolled down her neck and felt as if it was pooling in her clavicle. The same dream every night for the past week. Lesley wasn't sure if it was a nightmare or a premonition, but each night just when the helmet head of the cock was about to enter her starving wet pussy she would jump up shouting, 'yes ...yes...'…exhausted but intrigued... Lesley touched her southern lips and then felt the wetness and in the pale moonlight that sauntered through her curtains she could see the thick white evidence of her nocturnal emissions...

"Shit my oil is riding me."

Her perfectly hung breasts glistened with sweat as Lesley stroked her nipples with her palm...she loved the sensations that her nipples gave. There was just something special about self-love and how the body knew exactly what it wanted.

"Starving the addiction isn't the answer,"

Lesley muttered herself, just after she licked her lips and closed her eyes… savoring the sensors throbbing that made her belly bottom pulse wanting a little more, the dream was so real, she could feel her hair on her arms standing tingling, buzzing with the electricity from his proximity. She could imagine his muscles and how firm his chest was and the soft hair that covered his chocolate skin, but she could not see his face. Even the way his lips devoured her pussy and made her groan and twist in the bed... thrashing like she was the rolling calf, Lesley slowly laid back on her plush pillows, the silk sheets caressed her skin...naked skin on silk sheets are so erotic and sensual... Lesley arched her back, playing with the hardened nipples until she felt the urge to bite her bottom lip and suck it hard... the mix of teeth and hardness… a tremble and shiver moved through Lesley her hips undulated sexually urging wanting what she dreamt about. Something hard and warm... but she wanted to feel the heat of a hard body between her thick thighs resting on the plump bump that pulsed with want...her clean plump pussy lips devoid of hair glistened in the soft moan light... electricity crackled between Lesley's skin and palm as her right hand went south...

"Aaaaaargh...,"Lesley gasped ...as her index and second finger bruised her stiffened clit..

Lesley counted and talked her way...small concentric circles...widening in diameter around and on her clit and at its base.. then stroking Lesley counted to fifteen and then paused and started over and each time her hips lifted off the bed with her cat chasing her fingers as if it wanted to spring...Lesley searched with her left hand the draw beside the bed until she found it...frantically rubbing at first.. then the calm came as she found her friend in her travel bag.

It had to do...because the mystery cock of her dreams was not there to satisfy her wants. Lesley turned the red switch and buzz came to life, Lesley rheemed the wet opening before sinking it... "Eeepmhhhh," she sighed.

It wasn't the full size that she wanted like the helmet headed cock, but it felt damn good...vibrating and Lesley used its length to probe and search her pussy walls sinking it until the know almost disappeared inside..she was panting and gasping..even though her own mouth was making the sounds..her ears heard someone else...and the sounds turned her on even more. The friend dipped, probed and plunged and came back out to rub her wet clit and Lesley thrusted and clenched her thighs, ass while she reveled… her tummy muscles quivered....

Lesley's mind thought and felt as if her friend had grown in girth and length... as loved when her kitty was filled till it felt as if it was stretched tight... time stood still... but Lesley's body didn't... she was in full flight fucking

It was too much to hold back the urge not to give in and cum....Lesley screamed as her pussy went into overdrive... the vibrating dildo touched her gspot....and her toes curled...her calves tensed and then her thighs...Lesley gasped for air...her lungs sucked in nothing.....only a hollow sound could be heard as Lesley's eyes popped open with her pupils dilated....she felt as if she was about to die the way how the cum felt sweet to her core...Lesley's body twitched and her pussy spasmed.. clenching around the dildo that never gave up....

The next morning. The doorbell rang and Lesley hissed her teeth.

"This room is so hot."

Lesley while she wiped sweat from her thighs, she was wearing only a shift dress without underwear.

Moments later she opened the door and frowned.

"Who are you?" Lesley asked.

I'm Matt the air conditioning technician that has been working on your unit for the last two days."

Wow.Lesley thought. He was hot, Tall dark and handsome with a broad shoulder. Lesley's eyes roamed and bit her lips when she saw how shiny his dockers were. Matt watched as the beautiful woman blushed.

 Somehow, she was hoping that he had noticed, but she could not catch his eyes although she felt them roaming her form.

Beneath the cotton and linen fabric...the linen touched her nipples and she wondered if he knew how instantly excited she was for him.

"Thank you for coming to look at my air conditioning unit. The sweltering nights and blistering days," Lesley said and then she caught herself.

"Wait, are you sure you know what you are doing?" Lesley asked sarcastically.

 Deep down she felt like slipping out of the dress and allowing the breeze to soothe her two golden cantaloupes with the darkened small nipples...

Matt did not answer because he had recognised her from Instagram while he walked a few paces behind her admiring how the puppies played beneath the blanket. His pants front stiffened when he imagined the naked cheeks in his hands, warm to the touch and her thighs spread around his waist yes, he was lusting far enough for her not to sense his arousal but close enough to smell her perfume. Her low-cut hair style made her more erotic, and he wondered if she was as raunchy as her perfume insinuated.

As he emerged from the lush garden Matt gasped at the sight of the deep blue sea. The old plantation house offered a panoramic view. The lawn seemed to meet the sky and cool breeze bathed Matt's face. The breeze almost lifted Lesley's shift and the tingle of the wind against her skin made her giggle.

"Temptations, temptations," Lesley muttered.