1. The Island, Chapter 29


    Date: 7/21/2015, Categories: Fiction, Black, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Group Sex, Interracial, Lactation, Latina, Males / Females, Romance, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 93, Source: sexstories.com

    so nervous. Dkembe is wonderful, though. I spent a lot of time talking with him the other night when they made me dinner.” She finally wound down. “God, I’m babbling, aren’t I? I do that when I’m nervous.” “Sssh,” I told her, a finger on her full lips. “Settle down. We all know each other and are friends. No pressure here.” “I know,” she sighed. “It just seems so formal, getting ready for dinner like this. I’m used to grabbing a plate of fish while wearing shorts and a tank top.” We made it to the clearing and Joelle’s mouth fell open. “Oh, my,” she breathed. I followed her gaze to the center where Janie and Dkembe were standing waiting for us. Janie looked radiant as usual, her hair undone and covering her bare shoulders. She wore a strapless yellow dress that was more casual than Joelle’s, but that really flattered her athletic figure and tanned skin. That wasn’t what had captured Joelle’s attention, however. Dkembe, almost a foot taller than Janie, was wearing a white dress shirt like me, and like me had the sleeves partly rolled up and the top two buttons undone in deference to the heat. That’s where the similarity ended. I was in decent shape, but this guy was a block of muscle, and this shirt must have been custom-tailored, because there was no way he was fitting into anything off the rack. The white material only accentuated his coal-black skin, and he stared fixedly at Joelle, enraptured as I had been with her loveliness. A welcoming smile lit his open face. “Good ...
    evening, Miss Joelle. You look beautiful,” he said to her. “And you look very handsome, Dkembe,” she managed to squeak out. As I reached Janie and kissed her hello, I saw Dkembe take Joelle’s hand and kiss it like an old world courtier, making her blush. We sat down to our meal, lighting the candles as the dusk deepened. The food was good, and the company better. We chatted about our lives before the island, our childhoods, our jobs, our families. Despite the inevitable memories of our former lives these topics brought up, we were all upbeat and happy, a contradiction I couldn’t explain but for which I was grateful. Janie surprised us halfway through the meal by breaking out two miniature bottles of whiskey from the airplane. “I was saving these for a special occasion, and tonight fits the bill.” We happily divvied up the booze and finished it off fairly quickly. The food and alcohol had us feeling mellow, but as we finished eating I pulled out the secret weapon I had brought to smooth out the other couple’s nerves and lower their inhibitions. “Instead of after-dinner coffee, how about a joint?” “Where did you get that?” Janie asked incredulously. “I thought I’d be getting it from Stu, but when I asked he said they didn’t have any. They were going to get some in Korea after the plane landed. But believe it or not Horace has a card for medical marijuana for his migraines. He hasn’t had any since the crash and was happy to let me have a spliff.” Joelle looked shocked, and Dkembe ...
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