Simone's Contemplation

Simone Primestone...

The emptiness inside me is giving more space for unnecessary thoughts and vague feelings. It's like those things shambled together, creating a stench I must endure. The white sands of Boracay are like diamonds in a room full of lightning. The brightness combined together makes the diamond less intense yet still a diamond. The sand's silvery light reflection is more admiring than the sunshine, yet sand is still sand compared to the gigantic sun and its rays.

I have been to many places in the world, developed and developing countries. I don't pay much attention to details of the places, but I can give comparative analysis as palpable realities are abundant.

Sitting in a cozy bar with a native accent and drinking beer at midday is calming. The bar has sturdy wooden tables and chairs overlooking the beach. It is a 5-minute walk from my hotel. I prefer this place rather than the bar in the hotel because of the ambiance during the day; serene, fresh and vibrant. Although customers are drinking, they drink in silence. This time of the year is off-peak in many tourist destinations of tropical countries, which adds to my liking.

I scan the place and my eyes land on the man drinking alone in one corner having deep thoughts. Tall, big, with long straight blond hair and penetrating blue eyes. Our eyes meet. I raise my eyebrows and frown as he continues to look at me. He has full lips and his hair was blown by the wind which covers part of his face, but he sustains the gaze.

I have never been so attracted to men. I consider them bothersome. I unwillingly removed myself from staring at the race. I smirk as I think of the staring as a race.

Well, a few hours here are enough, time to do my physical routine. I walk to the counter swaying my hips and paying my bills. I wore a yellow spaghetti summer floral dress. I have long black wavy hair, almond gray eyes and a pale complexion. The dress complemented my skin as most of my legs were vulnerable to his gaze.

My male colleagues always tell me that I have this innocent look which I have used to my full advantage. Seduction was part of my training, and in the corner of my eyes I could see that the man did not lift his gaze at me.

My suite room is nature. inspired yet chic and modern. I like this room but still… I want the most expensive one... I sighed, too bad someone got it before me. This hotel is the most expensive here.

I undress and examine myself in my room's full-length mirror. I'm too pale, and my big eyes contributed significantly to my innocent appearance, but not to my body. I love my body; it makes me proud. My 24DD breasts are sometimes uncomfortable, but I've used them to my advantage numerous times. With my average height of five feet and six inches, I can move quickly at any time.

I went outside after finishing my physical routine and making some phone calls. I plan to walk around the walking street in a black shirt with Nirvana printed in gold on the front and beach sandals until I see a sign for my hotel's rooftop bar. I decided to try the rooftop bar because I wanted to watch the sunset from there. A man in a bow tie greets me as the elevator doors open. I ignored him and walked slowly to the bar, ordering a margarita and settling into a table with the best view of the sunset.

I'm lost in my thoughts about many things when I hear someone clear his throat. I look to my right and see Orlando Bloom... I smile because this is the man I had a stare-race with a while ago.

"I didn't invite anyone here," he sarcastically stated.

I raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

"This place is private; I rented it exclusively for myself and my guests," he continued.

My mistake. I now notice that the only people here are us and two guys I met an hour ago, but I don't want him to know, "I'll pay you for my stay here, your inconvenience, and this - raising the margarita to my lips.

"Is that your strategy?"

I lost it...what? I frowned at him.

"Coming here to seduce me like any other girl," he stated.

I'd heard this wanted so many times by my flirtatious and egoistic colleagues that I decided to give him what he wanted - feeding his ego. "Yeah sure! sunset with a man beside you is a bit romantic," I sarcastically said.

We both fell silent for a moment, just staring at the magnificent sunset. I am a woman of few words; I keep all of my opinions to myself because of the training. The man next to me is exactly like me.

He got another margarita for me and a Moscow Mule for him...hmmmn...interesting. We just drink in silence and this stare-race... but this time it's more intense, and his face is just inches from mine. His blue eyes are more enticing than the setting sun.

"I wanted to do this when I saw you today," he said softly as he pressed his lips against mine.

We kiss slowly, as if we have all of the time in the world. It's as if my inner sex goddess has awakened.

I can't put into words how I feel... this is nice... I've never been kissed like this before, as if I can make relative perusal where there is none.

His hands moved to the hem of my shirt dress, cupping my large breasts on the inside.I felt hot and sensitive when he suddenly stopped and smirked.

"I'll make an exception, you're not bad," he said quietly.

I wink at him and give him my killer smile, as I have done numerous times during my mission. I am a tease, teasing men to get what I want, but my charm and seduction never waver. He looks at me intently, trying to read me.

"So... I'm your guest now...I must enjoy the benefit of being a guest here," I joked as I slid from the chair and walked to the wooden grills at the edge of the rooftop, facing him while standing, leaning, and holding the grill. I raise one foot to rest on the bottom grill, the sunset reflecting my dark hair behind me.

I can see that this is a penthouse with a rooftop bar and pool... he got this one, the suite I wanted... I need space to control these feelings and collect my thoughts. He stands up and comes to me, closing the gap between us and trapping me as he holds the grill.

I could feel his minty breath and cologne, I inhaled his scent, and my action made him smile.

"I admire your audacity, princess," he said before kissing me again. I can sense the need and urgency in his movements, and I feel like an addict craving more...

We kissed, and our tongues danced in unison; even in this, I am a great student. Our lips are still tangled and moving as he lifts and carries me to a sunbathing chair near the pool. I whimpered as he cupped my breasts inside my shirt and rubbed his thumbs against both of my nipples. The tingling sensations make me hungry, but not because of anything specific.

He slid my boy shorts down to my feet and took them off. When he lifts my shirt and sucks my breasts, I gasp. My erect nipples are like eager soldiers ready to obey an officer's command.

He reaches for my mound between my thighs and his fingertips fondles it; I sucked my breath in response to the sensation. The act of having sex was a mystery to me; when I first experienced foreplay, it felt like an exciting adventure that I wanted to explore and delve into the deep pleasure.

He pinches the sensitive bud, and I cry. "Please," I begged, my voice hoarse.

"Please, what princess?" he said abruptly.

"Please continue," I said, firmly clasping his shoulder.

He smirks and inserts his fingers into my pussy lips while rubbing my chest.

Oh god!" I mewl softly.

It's like all my senses awaken drastically, making me high, and the sensation brings me to the peak, and when I reach the peak, I convulse. Shit! Is this only the beginning? I feel like I have tasted heaven already. I reach for his pants and we both fumble to free his cock. It springs proudly, Damn! He is enormous. How could I survive this?

He leers at me, and I look at him pitifully, a silent begging shouting in my eyes and face, my shirt lifted up to my neck, breasts in full view. He cups my breasts and plunges into a powerful thrust, sensing my position.

Heck! I squeak!

I looked at him, his eyes wide with surprise.

"Wait!... give me a minute here," I pleaded, my voice hoarse.

He comes to a halt, making room for his massive shaft, then...slowly pumps me, the pain fading, I grab his bottom to quicken his pace. I sense his fullness within me, and it makes me long for more.

"You are so tight princess, and it feels great."

He kisses me passionately while pounding me as I clasp his waist with my legs. When he reaches my chest and rubs it in circles, his other hand cups my bottom and continues his thrust, I scream like a crazy fan.

"I'm coming," he rasped.

My sensitivity causes my body to jerk and shudder, and his body becomes rigid. I went back to heaven.

When my sanity is restored, I look around; we're alone and already dark, with only the lights from the entrance. He transported me to another dimension, almost like a parallel world, as my recent memories became hazy. He then pulls me inside.

"This is just the beginning, princess," he said, his words rich in meaning and promise.