An erotic novella based in the beautiful island of Antigua.
Diana’s looking for rest, relaxation and the chance to meet a hot guy on the paradise island of Antigua. Handsome crewman James, known as “Jigger The Rigger”, seems like the perfect partner ‑ funny, charming and with access to a luxury yacht, the ideal setting for a night of mindblowing sex. But how much does Diana really know about him? When the local police reveal details of Jigger’s involvement with an international smuggling ring, Diana’s world is turned upside down. Has her paradise gone sour, or will Jigger prove to be her sexy, thrilling hero after all?
The beachside cabanas were just as she remembered. Situated right on the soft, white sand with views, through the scattered palms, of the emerald and sapphire sea. The friendly, smiling porter opened the door and ushered her inside placing her bags next to a small coffee table. She gave him a generous tip and he backed out of the door while thanking her profusely. Diana looked at her watch. Four o’clock. She decided to take a long shower, dress in something suitably tropical and try the bar for her favourite Dark and Stormy – a mix of dark rum and ginger beer with lime and ice – to start getting into that Caribbean mood. Undressing, throwing her clothes onto the bed, she stopped in front of the tall, wall-mounted dressing mirror. Regarding her reflection, she nodded and smiled with satisfaction. Flawless, tanned skin. Her blue eyes and high cheekbones bespoke her Nordic ancestry.
‘Show me a man who could resist that!’ she said aloud. She had a superb body. Still just 22, her magnificent, full, firm breasts needed no support. She’d had her soft pubic hair neatly trimmed into an appropriately named landing strip. It looked very sexy and inviting, she thought. Her long, slender legs carried her elegant, slim figure well.
‘How could that bastard have cheated on me like that?’ she mused. Then she dismissed the thought. It was the past. Gone. Time for a new life. And some fun! She turned her back to the mirror and looked over her shoulder. Her arse was tight and neat. She waggled it to and fro and imagined a hand on each cheek, drawing her onto a big, erect prick. Holding that image in her mind she took her gold-plated vibrator from its kidskin bag and walked into the shower.
The spray was hot and stinging. Just what she needed after a long, tiring journey. The water came at her fiercely, playing across her face and chest, causing her nipples to stiffen. Cupping her breasts in her hands, she teased her nipples with her fingertips, brushing them lightly, imagining a man’s tongue. As she teased herself her left hand moved slowly down her belly, across her navel, and into the neat little bush between her legs. The lips parted and her fingers found her clitoris, already aroused. Shivering with anticipation, she pushed her middle finger further into her cunt, then back, then in again, stroking her clitoris, gently at first before applying more pressure.
She gasped as the first fluttering sensations made her legs shake slightly. Moving her head away from the water, she allowed the stream to play onto her vulva and gently opened the lips to let the water fall directly on her clitoris. It felt like a jolt from an electric light socket. Groaning quite loudly now, augmenting the action of the spray with her fingers, she could feel her orgasm mounting inexorably. Finally she gave a soft, sighing cry and climaxed.
‘Wow, I needed that – and I didn’t even use the boy-toy!’ she exclaimed with delight.
The shower had relaxed her completely and now she wanted that drink. She slipped into a loose floral print T-shirt and white chinos and slid her feet into her old flip-flops. Her job had taken her to many of the Caribbean islands and she continued to top up the more or less permanent tan she’d gained from those visits. She looked terrific as she took the meandering stroll from the beach up to the Terrace Restaurant with its stone-flagged floor and tables with lovely views out across the harbour.
