Sunday, January 23, 2011

Elle's Tales: Malachi

{Malachi, 36, Tahiti}

Vacation. Something that I don't get often. Sure, I go from city to city. State to state...all for clients...and yes, in between I meet some very impressive lovers. BUT...when, I plan my own vacation I fully intend on being even more scandalous...indulging in the highest levels of debauchery for which I'm capable.

Tahiti has been in the making for a few months. After traveling back home and then to San Francisco...I wanted to parlay my down time as far away from family and familiar faces as possible. My best friend and sometimes co-hort, Collette was first up for an invitation to join me. She is a given, because we do our best "fucking up"...together. We've NEVER had an intimate moment before and we planned on keeping it that way. We've been propositioned numerous times...but, we just aren't into each other. We're tight like a virgin's legs. Period

~the trip~

I packed very lightly. This is TAHITI for sun's sake. Everything was light, flowy dresses, barely there tops and skirts, and a few thongs for when I decided underwear were necessary. The shoe game, however...stays tight. I took more pairs of heels and wedges than anything else. Nights dancing to Tahitian sounds are only as wonderful as the shoes I'm wearing. Once packed, Collette and I hopped our flight, riding clouds to the island of Tahiti.

The sights and scenery? Well, it can only be described as God's art. It's what God does in his spare time when He's got nothing better to do than perfect the color of things. I honestly got so caught up in my view from the plane and the ride to our hotel...that I forgot to snap photos. Thankfully, Collette always picks up where I leave off.

Fast forward>> We've hit our rooms (adjoining), freshened up and changed clothes for a little walk around the island we're on...Bora Bora. A lifelong dream of mine to vacation here...come true before my eyes. My camera was definitely ready for aim. I dressed in a gradient blue sleeveless wrap dress that tied right under my breasts. My floppy hat for shade, and a pair of flat sandals. At some point, Collette and I with our different interests...hers, the water...mine the island...separated. We promised to meet back in a couple of hours at the room for dinner. Both of us REALLY were just making sure that whatever we "shopped for" on the island didn't collide. We liked keeping our trysts separate from our friendship even though we were the only ones we trusted with these erotic escapades.

I ended up joining a group of tourists hiking along the scenic routes. The guide was gorgeous. He wore nothing but a sarong, beads and a traditional floral crown. There was something about him. He wasn't your average Tahitian native. I could tell from his accent. It wasn't as deep as the other islanders...making me feel kindred with him. He guided, showing the glory of his island...proudly pointing out beautiful apexes, serene waters tucked within palm trees and other exotic fauna. I was moist through the entire hike. His bare chest, flexing with every hand gesture and arm lift towards a sight...was making me want to tackle him mid-sentence and show those tourists a REAL scene. I filled my two micro chips up with plenty of evidence that I DID see some of the island. I got a mean tan and a nice work out for my calves. I gave Mr. Be Still My Pulsing last glance and began the trek back to my lodging. I got 10 or more feet from the group when I felt his hands cup my elbow gently...

"Excuse, me Ma'am...may I have a moment?" He asked.
My eyes lit and I said, "Yes, may I help you?" I was amazed at his clearly "American" accent.
"I was wondering if you'd like to come to a traditional Tahitian dinner with me..." he asked.
I couldn't stop staring at him. His chiseled jawline, silkened and wild eyebrow, his full heart-shaped lips...all were coming together to form this splendid man looking at me...awaiting an answer.
"Um, sure...why not. I'm here for the full experience. I'd love to. Can I bring a friend?" I asked, remembering that Collette and I were supposed to eat dinner together.
"Yes, you can bring who you like. I'm sure he will enjoy the festivities as well..." he said, conspicuously fishing.
I giggled and said, "No, my friend is a woman...there is no "he" on this trip." he placed his hand on his chest dramatically, looking upward and said, "Oh, good...I would've been broken hearted to have watched you on another man's arm tonight."
Mission accomplished. I blushed, smiled, and leaked all at the same time. 
"Good...give me your room number and I will escort you and your friend to dinner."
I told him where I was staying and which "hut" I was in...and he promised to see me in a few hours.

~back at the room~

"No, I have plans, sis..." Collette said. I looked at her with that knowing look and said, "Wow, you work fast!" and laughed. She said, "...I met a local guy who wants to hook up for, I'll have to decline your invitation." I thought about it for a split pea second and said, "GOOD...this guy is fine as frog, I REALLY don't mind being alone with him." We giggled a little. Helped each other pick out an outfit and made sure make up and hair was flawless. Collette had long, naturally wavy hair down to the small of her back. She reminded me of a very tanned East Indian. Tall with a thickened frame...Collette was the center of attention. When we met, it was like kismet that two very "visible" ladies...would gravitate and bring about a swarm of attention from every guy within eye range. Collette, literally took her hair, parted it into two's, and bow tied it. She secured it with a wooden clip in the shape of a flower and she was done. Her date, "Francois"...came through and scooped her up. They waved goodbye and off into the Tahitian sunset they went. I finished my own banana-clipping it into a mohawk. My above shoulder-length hair, curly from being dampened frizzed into a perfect do with a little covering my eye. It was hot. I had on a red floor-length halter dress made of a thin breathable cotton. It flowed when I walked, giving a peek at my red thong kitten heels.

As I was checking my reflection in the mirror...a knock came at the door. I opened it and there he was. He inhaled and breathed out aggressively as if he'd almost lost his breath. He said, "You're an angel...your physical beauty is exasperating." That's when it hit me. He IS American. I said, "Where are you from? And...what is your name?" I laughed nervously, almost ashamed I hadn't gathered this information earlier. He said, "I am from here...well, kind of. My mother is a Tahitian native, my dad an American. I've lived back and forth both mostly here. I do spend a lot of time in the states, though. By the way...I'm Malachi Donovan." he said, as we left my room and walked. I smiled and eased up a little. Knowing he was from home gave me permission to relax. I asked if he was married or involved, to which he replied no. He told me of how he could've very well been heir to his dad's hometown business...printing...yet, he chose to live in Bora Bora and play native man. His parents were never married, but carried a long term affair that existed only when his father found time to vacation on Tahiti's islands. Sounded typical of American men and their often philanderous ways. I wanted to ask what nationality his father was, but I didn't want to seem crass. "What nationality is your father?" I asked, in spite of my nano second of conscience. "My father is part Irish-part Jamaican." ,he answered. "Wow..." I said. "...that seems like a pretty interesting mix of heritage you've got going there." He laughed and said, " grandmother is Irish and my grandfather a Jamaican, straight off the banana boat." We laughed some more. We talked and giggled all of the way to a beautiful short stucco ranch home. It was butter yellow with white shutters and a brown door. Carefully tended flowers and bushes, traced the outline of the stone path leading to the door. As soon as we got within feet of the swung open and a middle aged woman, standing a little taller than me, greeted me and invited me in.

Malachi's mother made a Tahitian feast to which I've never been fed so wonderfully. Who would've thought you could eat so much roasted pig, taro, peruvian blue potatoes, and some kinda meat and rice wrapped in huge leaves? We left shortly after eating to walk off the monstrous meal we'd consumed. I couldn't believe I ate so much in front of Malachi. I should've been embarrassed, but between the laughter of his family, the music, the food and the welcoming feeling...I didn't have a chance to. As we walked back to my room...we talked.

"I'm glad you enjoyed my mother's cooking...she seemed to enjoy bringing you more." he laughed
"I loved the cuisine...nothing like what I'm used to...good nonetheless." I said as I smiled girlishly.

There was something about Malachi that was different. This guy was making my stomach flip and causing my back to arch. I felt warm throughout my face and I couldn't stop smiling. He was god-like in his physical presence...his frame a testimony of what a man's physique should be. He made me want to get in shape! {lol} His long curly hair, pulled back into a ponytail...more like a set of curtains drawn for a performance. I noticed...dimples. Deeply caven into his cheeks bringing emphasis to an already gorgeous smile. His broad neck...flawlessly leading into the well-defined shape of his shoulders and arms. His lips moved...softly...perfectly...bringing about decadent whispers falling off of his tongue. I wondered if he could sing...I wondered if he'd read to me. I wondered...

"Elle? Are you okay? Where were you?" he asked
"Oh, I was wondering where Collette is right now...I mean, we don't really know our way about the, I think I should go to my room and wait for her to show..." I quickly said, while walking a little faster as I saw the grouped huts come into full view.
"Oh, I was hoping we could have a drink or two...walk by the lagoon and take in the moon and water..." He said with the most disappointing tone.
"Yes...that sounds wonderful...we'll do that before I leave. I promise. I am just concerned for Collette. Tomorrow?" I asked, not really needing his reply.
" problem. I'm glad you had a good time. My family enjoyed you. Contrary to what you may think...I don't bring every beautiful tourist woman I see to my mother's home."
I could tell he felt the need to clarify. He picked up on my haste and probably wondered whether it was some notion that came to mind in a flash concerning his romantic habits.
"No..." I said assuringly, "I didn't think you did. I just need to sleep off such a fabulous meal. Like I said...we'll definitely get together soon before I leave the island."
I hugged him, inhaled his scent for posterity, released him and went inside my room.

I avoided him for the rest of my trip. I made Collette do tourist things with me as I looked over my shoulder...seeing Malachi in every Tahitian man's face. I knew...if I spent ONE more moment with that man...I'd fall in love.

{Malachi. 36. Tahiti. No rating can describe him...}

Friday, January 7, 2011

Elle's Tales: India

{India, 40, San Francisco, CA}

I haven't had a girl in a while. I don't really crave women much anymore...but, they LOVE me. I remember the woman who walked up to me in the department store as I was in line to try on a dress. She, behind me...leans forward and whispers, "Let me help you into and OUT of that baby..." I did, too. She came right into my changing room with me, pretending to know me and ate my pussy from behind while I watched in the mirror. Afterward...she took off my clothes sweetly, put the dress on me, placed my breasts nicely into it and zipped it. She said it looked gorgeous on me...and bought it. I have her number still. She has definitely eaten at Elle's more than a few times. I even let her fuck me with a strap-on...she likes that shit. That was several years ago though when I was straight out of college. Since her, I haven't been with another female...

...til, India...

I was visiting my sister Dahlia in San Fran. She moved out there right after her own graduation from college and subsequent engagement to her now husband, Kenton...a big time real estate investor. They have 3 of which is my soon-to-be born niece, Lillian Sky. I'm here for the shower and to also handle some convenient business for my bosses. When they saw I would be in San Fran, they immediately found two different clients that needed to be consulted with. I'd spend a day or two doing business and the rest of the week basking in my sister's pregnancy and quality time with my niece, Mikole (9) and nephew, KJ (4). 

First day in, was business...after doing what I do, the clients were satisfied with what the home office wanted to discuss and waived any reason to meet again while I was in San Fran. I decided after leaving my client's go touring. It'd been so long since I'd been to San Francisco and wanted to experience the cable cars and wonderful views. I always got swept up with family plans. I made sure my digital camera had ample memory and battery power and hopped aboard a car going down Market Street. I stood, camera mounted at chin level, ready for the most picturesque shots I could capture...when, SHE bumped into me. I'm still not sure if I believe it was an accident...but, it happened.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you..." she said.
"No problem, close quarters." I replied, going back to my views...I barely looked at her.

A moment passed and she said, "You smell so good, what is that fragrance?" I looked back at her and was amazed at this woman's near perfect looks. Taller than me by a few inches, she was what had to be a mix of things...olive tone, light brown eyes, super curly lashes and full lips with highlighted brown, curly hair, closely cropped. Not looking a bit of the 40yrs I found out she was. Without pausing, I said, "It's a mixture of two. One is a citrus oil...the other is an oil called "Patchouli". I get them from a small shop where I'm from." She leaned in closely...waving her nose in the vicinity of my collarbone. "Mmmm, I could lick you..." she said smiling. I said, "Wow...did you say that? Out loud?" She leaned in again and said, "My name is India...and yes, I said it. You'd let me, too...I can tell." By then, my nipples were peeking at her through my sleeveless silk blouse and I began clinching my thighs together to keep any stray seepings from getting loose. I smiled and said, "My name is Elle...nice to meet you, India." I was indeed deflecting. I hadn't been with a woman in several years...and though the experience was stellar...I simply couldn't carry on an ongoing affair with another woman. I crave the strength of a man between my thighs. Ms. India, though? She was putting moves on me...and I was losing ground.

She reached in her purse and extracted a card. "Here you can call me if you decide that you need an expert to handle your needs." And with that, she exited the cable car and sashayed up the hill and out of sight. I was blown away by her walk and until I couldn't see her anymore, I watched her soar away like some exotic bird.

When I got back to Dahlia's we ate and did some errands. We couldn't have been back more than a few minutes when her friend Vivian called. Dahlia had her on if she needed it. She was loud as fuck. "Yea Dahlee (as we all called her)...come over so we can meet your sis. Me and the girls are here. We have liquor...JUICE for you...and food. PLENTY of food. We're having a pre-shower shower for you! haha." Dahlia said, "My sister is sitting right's up to her. She's visiting, so it's her family time, Viv..." I shook my head no and then said, "No way, it's up to the guest of honor...I'll go wherever she goes." I said. We agreed to go to Viv's and kick it for a while with her girls.

Vivian's house was nice. A classic Victorian style...very popular in San Fran painted peach with white trim. Stepping INSIDE was something different. Absolutely contemporary. She had a very specific taste...and I could tell she might be anal...well, OCD. *snickering*

"WELCOME!" Viv yelled. She's even louder in person...damn. She cackled, hugged Dahlia and then me. I was introduced to everyone in the room by the human megaphone as we entered the spacious living room. "Hey everyone, this is Elle...Dahlia's sister. Elle, this is Sienna, Morgan, Essence, Theresa and Theresa's sister, India..." Well...well...well. I thought. There stood the beautiful India...looking like a piece of Viv's contemporary art. Everyone waved, shook my hand or hugged...but, India and I nodded and diverted glances back to other people. I was nervous through the serving of dinner and through the games. I won the word scramble and the "what's in your bag?" game...I carry EVERY thing but the kitchen sink, unless you want to count wipes and sanitizer a sink. As cupcakes were being given out with sparkling wine (apple cider for Dahlee)...India came and sat down next to me. She asked me to come with her for a second. Her sister, Theresa watched us intently. Clearly, she's aware of her sister's "taste" in lovers and wondered if I, too...were swinging "that-a-way". I didn't care what she thought...I'm free to be Elle, so I got up and followed India into a spare room in Viv's 4 bedroom home. I figured maybe she wanted to discuss quickly where we could meet or whether she wanted for the people in the room to know her persuasion. When we got into the room, India threw me up against the wall and slipped her hand under my skirt. I didn't do SHIT. I just let her handle me. I had dudes handle me with more care than this chick...but it was doing something for the tingle in my spine. She told me to spread my legs, as she fingered her way through my crevice. She was literally holding me against the wall with one hand palming my right breast as she dug for my gold with the other. She then finally met eyes with expression at all, until she saw my eyes roll back and my legs tremble. Only then did she smile. She said, "I'm not finished..." She bent down and tongue-fucked me while people walked to and fro past this bedroom. I heard people asking where we were and got nervous...but the sounds funneled out with her hungry licks and nibbles on my clit. She kept going back and forth between sucking my lips, clit and thighs...placing her thumb in my pussy and her middle finger in my ass...twisting my nipples with her free hand and humming in a low tone that made my legs rock back and forth from buckling to standing straight. I was bouncing before I knew it and she quickened her pace. This chick was WORSE than a man. The way she did this, made me feel like a man was between my legs. I started moaning lightly in a weirdly symphonic way. When I came on her tongue...she stood up, kissed me and licked both fingers. I looked down to see if my legs were still there and all I saw was drips of my cum on Viv's wood floor.

India disappeared into the adjoining bathroom...gargled and wiped her face. I went and cleaned up (including a quick swab to the floor beneath me). India returned to the front...and not long afterward, Dahlia came to the door, knocked and entered. I was sitting on the chair fixing my shoe. "Um, Lil One...what the hell happened in here? Did India come onto you?" she asked. I looked my sister in her face and said, "No, but I came ON her..." My sister burst into laughter and said, "Oh my sister is a Lesbian!!". I giggled some more and said, "No, not really. I've had experiences with a few women, but I fully love and enjoy men more." She seemed okay with knowing that for the first time...and together we returned to the front. India winked and smiled while sipping from her wine glass. The rest of the ladies just stared and smiled. Eventually, the shock in the air dissipated and we continued on laughing and drinking until we parted ways. We saw each other again at Dahlee's baby shower and then I left. I DID however promise her that next time was HER turn. I would mount that Amazonian beauty about 9 weeks later when my niece was born. India, my sweet India. I have to be careful with her...she had me eying San Francisco real estate for a hot second...~phew~

{India. 40yrs. San Francisco. Thick and long tongue. 5 out of 6 licks}



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