Peter Bailey

Peter Bailey sat on a bus bench. Nervously he glanced to the side. There she stood waiting for the crosswalk on the far side of the intersection. He knew she would be there.

"This is going to go bad, This is going to go bad!"

He indecisively tapped his foot on the sidewalk.

"I really have no right to interfere like this and yet, I find myself caring for this woman."

He glanced away as she stepped into the intersection to cross the road. He knew he had to decide soon. He waited for her to pass the bench then he followed her still not sure, if he could approach her.

He maintained her brisk pace as he followed her into the museum savoring the view of her fine figure. He especially loved the way her longish, pin curled red hair flowed behind her as her boots clomped on the sidewalk. He quickened his pace as they approached the stairs. He made sure to reach the bomb proof museum door just before her so that he could hold it for her. She glanced at the man's face as she stepped towards the open door. To her, he looked a bit like popeye without the corn pipe. He had that familiar feel to him she thought as she stepped past him through the door.

As he knew she would, she waited for him to open the next door for her as well. With a flourish of his hand and a bow of his head, He held the big door open again for her. She smiled a thank you at him as she passed through the second door into the foyer. He cleared museum security faster than she did; she was delayed making sure her oversized purse was sealed before it went through the scanner.

He followed her quickly through the museum, making sure to not always be in the same room. He went quickly because he really had no interest in the art. She already knew every piece in this section. Her interests were in the new pieces that had been added in the last month.

Finally, he thought as she stopped by a particular painting to retrieve her camera from her bag.

"Can I hold that for you?"

"Thanks" she said "Please hold my jacket for a moment if you feel so inclined." He nodded with a smile pleased with his luck as she placed her purse on the floor then removed her full-length leather trench coat.

He accepted her coat; then watched her prime middle aged form as she bent down to remove her camera from her purse. His eyes traced the curves of her tight royal blue blouse then followed the lines of her knee length black skirt.

He looked into her pretty face when she glanced up at him. He smiled at her pleased with himself that he had managed to enjoy her face while avoiding her beautiful blue eyes.

"My name is Peter."

"Hi Peter, I am Shanna."

"If you would care to escort me through a few more rooms that would be a great help; I have to move quick here to get my photos because I am meeting my husband."

"Your husband will be late today."

He followed her to the next painting.

"How do you know that?"

"I just have that feeling. I suspect you will have plenty of time to do the space museum with me today."

An odd answer she thought as she glanced into his face looking for an indication of any sort. Her phone rang interrupting her search. She made sure to flash her wedding ring at this man as she replaced her phone back in her purse. He shrugged; keeping his face blank when she asked how he knew her husband would be late.

"It was just a lucky guess, my dear."

He lied as he motioned her to the next room with a small bow. They chatted as they toured the rest of the museum then took the escalator under the road to the space museum.

They wandered the halls of the museum until, with a glance at his watch, he said.

"You will have leave now, if you want to walk home with your husband."

"I can't imagine how you could know this."

"Would you believe a lucky guess?" He replied as he held her coat for her.

As she slid into her coat, he said. "I will be at the natural history museum tomorrow at 3 PM if you care to join me."

"I can't make it tomorrow and I am not sure why I would. I am meeting my husband after he finishes work. We are going on a shopping and dinner date."

"I know." He said with a smile at her bewildered face as he departed.

Shanna dismissed his reply as she took the subway back towards her house. There was no way he could know anything she had decided. When she arrived at her station, she stepped from the train, surprised to find her self standing one car behind her husband.

Her mind raced as she walked the last two blocks home from the subway with him. She really wanted to ask about Peter but instead, she asked why her husband was late.

His reply to her question was "a business meeting."

The next day, with a nagging feeling in her head, Shanna decided to call her husband to make sure their date was still on time. She managed to conceal the pain in her voice when he told her that he had another business meeting that would run well after dinner.

An agitated Shanna paced the sidewalk outside the Natural History museum. Every time she spun to change direction, her red hair fanned out behind her. She had questions for Peter and would not be denied. Intentionally a few minutes late, Peter strolled that last block to the museum. He could feel dread building in his stomach as he approached the anxious woman.

"How are you today, my dear?" He asked with a huge smile. Shanna stopped her pacing and spun to face him with her hands on her hips.

"What a glorious pose." He thought as he scanned her superb shape. Their eyes met. For a moment there, he could feel those beautiful blue eyes, as they seemed to suck his soul from him. He felt like he could swim in them for hours. Luckily, he managed to blink just before that drowning feeling hit him.

"How did you know my husband would be late?"

"Would you believe it was a lucky guess?"

"NO! Are you a pervert or stalking me?"

"No Shanna. I am just a friend."

"How am I suposta believe that if you won't tell me?"

"Well Shanna, It is my hope that I am wrong and that you never need me as a friend but I fear that one day, you will need someone to talk too."

"If you are not going to tell me Peter, I am leaving."

"Well Shanna, you do what you need to do but I hope that my suspicions are wrong."

"Goodbye Peter! Never contact me again!"

"Have it your way Shanna." Peter replied to her back as she stomped angrily away. He paused there outside the museum for a few minutes; as pleased that he had survived the fire in her eyes as he was pained to have been the guy to put the anger there.

"I only hope that I am doing the right thing. This is far from my place in the way of things. It is just such a shame that a woman like her is in a position like this. It pains me to be the bearer of bad news and it is far from my place but this woman appears to be well worth the risk."

Peter considered the lunch café for a beer to ease his mind but he already knew that some things had to run their course. He had wrestled with this for months and still really had no idea if his interaction would some how soften the blow when it came. He was just as torn about the potential negative effects of his actions. "Only time will decide." He cursed softly as he toured the museum.

Two days later, Shanna called her husband's work looking for him because his phone was off. She talked to her good friend Sandy, her husband's receptionist.

"Hi there Sandy, It is Shanna, is my husband there? I can't seem to reach him and I have a few questions about the company Christmas party that I am having here in a few days."

"I am sorry Shanna, You husband left a while ago. He said he had a meeting."

"Is Louise there by chance?"

"No Shanna, she said she had a meeting also and left a while back too. I just don't see any meetings on the schedule so; I am at a loss as to what to say. The only one that is here at the moment is Peter."

"Peter who?"

"Peter Bailey, you remember him. He has been here almost a year now."

"Thanks Sandy." Shanna replied as she slowly sank into her chair, her mind racing a thousand different directions. She fought the tears but she knew. She cried as she decorated her house with festive Christmas decorations that were no longer festive. As the hours rolled past, her sorrow changed to anger. The clarity of her anger allowed her to consider Peter's position. She hated him as well, this man that just decided to step into her life but she could understand why he did it. The pressure around the office for him and Sandy must have been a real burden.

With all the decorations in order, Shanna made a trip to the store for some last minute party items. As she parked her car, she was sure to scan the parking lot for Peter. Dismissing the gesture, she continued with her day as if her mind was not troubled.

Finally as she knew it would, the night of the party came. She had spent the days buried in every meaningless task she could find to minimize the pain in her mind. She was a strong woman. This was not going to ruin her holiday season any more than it had already. Her husband greeted the guests at the door, making introductions to insure that Shanna remembered everyone. She was pleased when Peter did not arrive. She knew this was going to be a strain on her. His presence, the looks on the faces when they thought she was not watching. If he knew and it was true, then all her guests knew because they all worked closely together. She blocked it all from her mind as she gave her guests a tour of the main floor of her house then the upstairs.

The tour ended back in the living room just as there was a knock on the door. Her face did not show any emotion as her husband let Peter into her house. Peter smiled through the introduction to Shanna careful to not let anyone see the strain he knew they both felt. With a drink in his hand and a plate of food, Peter settled into a quiet corner of the living room.

A short time later, Louise arrived. Shanna watched as her husband greeted Louise at the door. She then glanced through the doorway at Peter where he sat in a corner of the couch with a friendly but slightly strained smile on his face. Shanna glanced back at her husband to see that he was still holding Louise's hand. Feeling her heart start to sink in her chest, she shook her head to clear her thoughts. She continued to smile her happy smile as her anger seethed in her.

"Is Louise still single?" She asked as her husband helped her collect the remaining dishes after the party was over and the guests had left.

"Yes, she is. She claims that she is too busy at work to have time for a man."

"She is pretty and the two of you spend a lot of time together."

"We work together dear. I had not really noticed."

Her husband snored softly while Shanna stared at the shadows on the ceiling above her bed. No matter how hard she tried to prevent it, the pieces all fit together. She softly cried herself to sleep. As much as she hated the answer, she now knew why for the last few years, it had felt like they were roommates instead of a couple.

Christmas and New Years came and went. As the days passed by with her husband not having any late meetings, Shanna gradually started to clear her mind of the suspicion that her husband was cheating on her. She smiled a bit more each day and her thoughts of Peter and her apparent situation occupied her mind less and less until one mid January day, her phone rang.

"Shanna, this is Sandy. Are you going to be there at home for a while?"

"Oh, Hi Sandy, it is nice to hear from you. Yes, I will be home this afternoon. Is there something you need?"

"Yes Shanna, I need to chat with you. Can I stop by your house shortly?"

"Other than baking, I have no plans Sandy, Feel free to stop by anytime. The door will be open."

As she forced the last apple slices into her pie, Shanna heard a commotion at her front door. Drying her hands on a dishrag, she headed in that direction. Her knees felt weak as she looked down her hallway past the stairs to see Sandy and two Police Officers standing just inside her front door.

It was late the next morning before Shanna got home to see the broken vase with the peacock flowers lying on the floor in her hallway.

"Sandy, what happened to my prized vase?"

"I think the big police man knocked it from the table as he rushed to grab your sagging body. You crumpled right there between the stairs and the kitchen doorway before any of us could even reach you. I managed to get your pies into the fridge and the oven turned off before we raced you to the hospital. I am so sorry that this happened, Shanna. You should get some clothes packed so you can stay at my house a few more days."

"I will be back in a few minutes, Sandy."

Sandy glanced at the big grandfather clock repeatedly as she paced the hallway. After ten minutes, she decided to check on Shanna. With tears slowly dripping from her eyes, Sandy packed clothes into an overnight bag for Shanna. She fought to keep her eyes on the task at hand but they kept drifting over to the sobbing mess lying on the master bed clutching a photo of her standing beside her now dead husband.

Hushed voices filled the church foyer as Peter slipped through the crowd towards the side where he was sure to find Shanna close to a casket. He paused for a second still partly blocked by the crowd to view the widow. Her long slim legs looked trim in her tight black slacks. Her red hair flamed from under her black beret, as it seemed to engulf the shoulders of her black curve-hugging jacket. He stepped forward to clear the crowd as she turned his way. He avoided her sparkling blue eyes as he stepped forward to embrace the woman.

"Shanna, I am so sorry."

"Do you know exactly what happened? Nobody here will tell me." She whispered near his ear.

"This is not really the time but I can tell you all you want to know. Have you eaten? You look a bit pale."

"Take me to your place and feed me. I promise I will eat if you swear to tell me everything there is to know."

"We really should not leave before the service. It would look bad."

"I don't care. I have been buried under protocol all my life. I have spent years being the proper wife, doing the proper things at the proper time. Always worried about appearances and this is what I get for it. Take me to your house, make me a sandwich and tell me the whole story."

"You are going to be missed here. It may be hours before they start the funeral if they have to look everywhere for you."

"Sandy saw me clutching your arm. She already knows and my phone is off so, she will probably call you shortly to see if I am ok."

The headed towards the exit, arms locked together. Peter bravely returned eye contact to those that watched. Shanna stared ahead, the frost from her gaze clearing a path through the crowd.

Peter's phone rang just as his car left the parking lot. He explained the situation to Sandy as he drove across town.

"This is a great place you have here Peter." Shanna observed as she scanned the contents of the living room from her seat on the couch.

"It could use a woman's touch but it is nice." She said as he placed a plate with a sandwich on the coffee table in front of her complete with a tea.

"You take a bite and I will begin. The part you know is that you and your husband own the company. He was president. Louise was the vice president. I have been employed there for the last year to run the company. The part you never knew was that for years now, Louise and your husband have used a company owned mansion on the outskirts of town for their non-company related activities.

They were returning from there in his car the other day when it was hit by a truck that could not stop on the black ice. Louise died instantly, your husband died while you were being transported to the hospital to see him. I have chatted with the police. All indications are that he died just about the time your vase hit the floor; I am so sorry, My Dear."

"The company legal department has me situated to run things until you decide what you want to happen. Should you chose to not take a role in the company management, the job of president becomes mine and you are still the owner and independently wealthy. Everything is completely under control until you decide what happens."

"Do you have some clothes I can wear, this form fitting stuff is nice but it is a bit hard to breathe."

"My bedroom is packed full of clothes. I am sure that you can find something that will fit you in the closet or in a drawer."

When he heard his bedroom door close, Peter jumped from his chair. He set land speed records as he raced around his place tucking a few stray items in the nearest closets and drawers.

"You have been busy." Shanna observed as she appeared just in time to see Peter land back in his chair.

"Holy, Dear God!" The thoughts raced through Peter's head when he saw her not so properly dressed in his black sweat pants and his favorite gray pin striped dress shirt.

"Can I take a picture of you dressed like that?"

"I look like hell. Why would you want a picture of me like this?"

"I have never seen anyone look so hot in clothes like that before. When you are done with them, I am going to have them framed behind glass so, I can remember this moment forever."

"You know, I should hate you forever for that museum stunt."

"You can if you want but just realize that I did not take it lightly. I anguished over that situation for months. It was a tough call. The answers to some problems are never easy."

"I am so angry about the whole thing. Hold me a while and just be a friend like you wanted."

The morning sunlight streamed through the window into Shanna's eyes. She stretched then raised a hand to block the unfamiliar light. She sat up abruptly to scan the room, finding herself alone. Completely lost in a huge bed in a bedroom she was not familiar with, she glanced down to see the men's dress shirt she was wearing. The memories flooded into her head almost knocking her flat in the bed. She gasped fighting back the tears.

Her head again under control and her curiosity piqued, she gingerly stepped over a pair of black sweats on her way through the door, down the hall to peek around the corner. There, sitting in the same chair, she found Peter.

"What cupboard are the coffee mugs in?"

"Top, left side of the sink."

Peter replied as he allowed his newspaper to gently sink down to cover the instant bulge in his pants from the view of her in his shirt.

"I guess you like this shirt."

She laughed as she wandered into the kitchen for coffee making sure to wiggle her bottom to force the shirt to reveal her lace thong.

"Dear God, woman, I almost passed out from the blood loss there for a second.

Holy, do you just sizzle in that shirt!"

"It has been a while since I have had a reaction like that." She giggled as she returned with a coffee in hand.

Shanna took a sip of coffee as she pondered the situation for a moment. Her anger over the events of the past few weeks convinced her there were no times like the present. She playfully flexed her shoulders as she sipped her coffee allowing her ample firm breasts to jiggle in his large shirt. For effect, she undid the buttons to just below her breasts. The breath caught in Peter's throat when she jiggled harder, her breast movement briefly opening the bottom of the shirt to display her black lace camel toe.

"This isn't quite following the plan I don't have." He whispered.

"This is a gift from me to you." She replied as she slowly rotated to waggle her ass for him.

"This really was not my objective when I followed you into the museum."

"It is that museum gesture that saved you from my anger. Now, just forget about it and enjoy the show." Un-noticed to him, she smiled as she slowly dragged her lace panties down. She held the bent over position a moment with her panties around her knees; then, shook her ass a bit to loosen them as she stood. Peter's balls ached and his cock stretched until it hurt when her shake briefly revealed a glimpse of her treasure for him. His eyes bulged as she stood his mouth dry; he fought for air; his gaze never leaving her smooth delectable inner thighs.

"Lose those trousers and sit in the middle of the couch." She instructed. A moment passed before her words clicked in Peter's head. He slowly rose and shuffled around the coffee table to find the couch by feeling the table with his legs so his eyes never left her. He bent to slide his sweat pants down, his eyes devouring her thighs from the bottom of the shirt to her knees. She kicked the panties off then; and turned to the enraptured man. She stepped towards him sliding the coffee table to the side so she could kneel at his feet. She removed his slippers and then withdrew his legs from his pants. She glanced into his saucer eyes as she licked her lips. She motioned him to slide forward a bit as she forced his knees a bit farther apart. Then without any hesitation, she sucked the head of his large cock into her mouth. She struggled a bit to get it all the way down her throat then slowly withdrew it coating it with her saliva as peter moaned with appreciation.

She mounted the couch, her knees on either side of his legs allowing her to look into his face as his damp cock slid into her already moist pussy. They both let out a sigh of pleasure as she sank down on the cock. Completely impaled, she leaned forward to kiss him as his hands found her ribs under her arms. Time paused holding them there for a while her stretched, twitching pussy wrapped around his tingling cock. Then when the spell broke, she leaned back a bit; too slowly slide back up and down his raging hard on.

Blood raced to her labia as his cock scraped over every nerve sending the tingles racing straight up her spine to crash inside her head. He sharply inhaled in a world of his own pleasure as she slid back down the cock until her clit crashed into his pelvis sending another wave of pleasure through her body. A few more strokes caused her left inner thigh to start spasming. His strong arms compensating for her weakening legs, they accelerated their motion. Faster and faster, they went; her collisions with him slowly pounding him into the couch. She moaned loudly as she orgasmed, her moisture running over his balls onto the cushion.

Driven by her noise and her moisture, they accelerated yet again. She shuttered and spasmed as another orgasm raced through her body. Faster they went, their breath ragged as they tried to focus their half-closed eyes on each other. Peter released into her; the heat of him seared into her head followed by a dizzying orgasm of her own. With a loud scream, she pitched forward, his arms guiding her safely to his chest. He held her there as their breath hissed in and out of them; her body gently twitching in his arms as their sweat soaked into their shirts.

"Holy fuck, woman!" He panted. "I ain't never been done like that before."

She tried to smile between pants, completely content there in his arms with her chin on his shoulder, her breath racing between the back of his neck and the sofa. His right arm slid down her back to land on her bottom as he kissed her under her ear.

"I will fight the urge to nap if you would like to shower. It is an oversized model with two heads if you would like to join me."

"Yes, I would love that." She replied as he helped her dislodge herself from their entanglement.

Following behind her, half way to the shower with the urge to strong to resist, he gave her a mighty slap on the ass. The noise and the sting startled her. She jumped, landing to face him with blazing eyes.

"That was the best." He laughed"Put your hands on your hips; I just love that defiant pose."

Her face softened to a smile as she warily looked at him.

"Oh, that was a priceless moment." He beamed her, his best grin.

"Don't get too fresh there mister." She smiled as she wagged a finger at him.

"Get to fresh? You just fucked my legs weak."

When they reached the gray marble shower with the darker gray curtain, she leaned in to start the water. Failing to resist the urge yet again, he slid his right hand between her thighs to finger her clit. Her breath caught in her throat, the shower taps forgotten as he massaged her. Catching her breath, she purred.

"You are a real bad one, Mister Bailey."

"My Dear, even if you did not have that sizzling figure, you are still well worth all the attention you can handle."

As he knelt, he lifted the shirt tails with his free hand, and then placed a few hungry kisses on her ass. She purred her approval as he worked her into a twitching lather. When her knees weaken, he rose then slapped her ass yet again with his wet fingered hand.

Peter was a perfect gentleman in the shower. His desire for her tempered by the consequences of getting her hair too wet. Dress in a towel, he abandoned her to his bathroom to go make fresh coffee. When he returned with two mugs, he found her there in the bathroom, sitting on his toilet with the lid down, in his shirt. As he approached, she snuffed as she tried to conceal her teary eyes.

Kneeling in front of her, his arm extended, he offered her a mug of coffee.

"Don't fight it Shanna, You have to grieve proper or it will destroy you. The anger will pass in time and only the pain can clear your soul."

"You really shouldn't kneel before me, Peter. The last man to do that; almost destroyed me."

Peter rose, relocating to sit on the counter beside the sink. He viewed her a few moments while he sipped his coffee.

"I understand, really, I do. Nevertheless, I still feel that if we spend the time to allow you to straighten out, all will be as it could be. Unfortunately, that still does not solve our one gargantuan problem."

"You have another woman?"

"No." He laughed, his chest heaving from the depths of his amusement.

"The problem is simpler. As you noted, I have not had a woman here for a while so, I have a huge shortage of woman stuff. Unless your hockey bag err... um, your purse has an abundant supply of gear in it, this could be a huge problem. Naturally, I think you look great even with the teary red circles under your eyes but we both know that a woman will not be happy until she is happy."

The stunned blank look on her face caused him to laugh so hard, he slid off the counter to land in a awkward looking position on the floor. His gracelessness caused her to chuckle as well.

"I think you should grab us more coffee." She replied as she stood from her seat on the toilet.

Peter collected the mugs, on his way for more coffee when she asked.

"What exactly am I getting ready for?"

"Your next great adventure, My Dear."

Moments later, Peter returned with more coffee and her purse. She chuckled when she saw him.

"You may want to give that to me. Some how, a black purse really does not work real well for a nude man dressed in only a Burgundy towel."

Sandy inspected her face. She put a bit of color around her eyes regularly peeking at Peter in the mirror, pleased that even without a blatant show, her movements had his pole stretching the towel as he sat there mesmerized on the crapper watching her. The air appeared to crackle when their eyes met in the mirror. She turned her eyes bashfully as Peter sat there on the crapper grinning like an idiot, wondering just how long he could refrain from fucking her divine ass.

A while later, with brunch over, they relaxed in a café in a mall part way across town. They looked almost like twins. A super flashy couple both dressed in black jackets and pants. Each, wearing one of his gray dress shirts with red pin stripes and matching black ties.

"I suspect that the only person that looks better than me at the moment in this entire place is you." He observed as he glanced through the café glass of their booth into the mall.

"The elaborate artwork etched into this glass distorts things slightly but I am sure of it."

The waitress deposited the bill as she passed the booth prompting Shanna to ask.

"Who is buying?"

"I guess, I will. You are not nearly as independently wealthy as you will be, until we stop by the legal department sometime for you to sign some papers. As the one with the job"

"Until I fire your ass." She piped in.

They enjoyed a hearty laugh as the couple a table over stared at them, puzzled by the conversation. The remainder of the day was filled with playful shopping and discussion. It ended with them in an embrace before Shanna caught the subway to her house.

Peter went to the office to tend to a few minor details as a way to kill time. He instructed the legal department to recruit a new president and vice president for the company after he assured Sandy that Shanna would be fine and collected her things. As he left instructions to have the company mansion redecorated and the limousine exchanged to a newer one in a different color, his mind drifted to a widow, home alone with her thoughts.

He did not notice the unusual hush of the building as he sat in his office. His eyes stared over the top of his opened newspaper at the clock willing it to turn faster. This decision made, he issued a flurry of instructions to Sandy, saving the most crucial phone call for him. With time still left to kill, he wandered the administrative floor dispensing cheer and small talk as he relieved the fears and concerns of the staff.

With a feeling of dread, he parked his car in front of Shanna's house. Her bag locked in the trunk; he unlocked the front door, praying that his worst fears were unfounded. He kept his shoes on as he carefully stepped down the hallway avoiding the broken glass. He peeked into the doorways of every room he passed, partly pleased to see that the damage had for the most part been confined to the hallway. He passed the ornate oak spiral staircase to look into the partly lit kitchen. He shook his head as he viewed the results of a red haired cyclone. The fridge door indicated that multiple plates had collided with it before they shattered to dispense their jagged shards around the room.

Then, he saw the chrome kettle. He was briefly awed at the fury that must have been present for the succession of blows that had crushed the side of it flat on the top of the stove. He made a mental note to have someone restore order to the kitchen, and then he turned out the light before returning to the stairs.

Feeling the urge to race, he climbed the stairs. A quick search of the upper floor revealed that her fury had been spent before she left the kitchen. Concerned, he paused to listen. He followed a trail of soft sobs to the guest bedroom to find the widow balled up in the big bed. Her blanket encased form twitching as she cried.

He sat beside her on the bed unsure of his words. In a blink of an eye, she wrestled her way out of the blankets to crawl into his arms. He held her there, sideways on his lap. His head bent towards hers as she sobbed her grief into his tie. He held her tight as her body shook, not sure, if any words from him could lessen her hell. Gradually, her grief and sobs relented. When the silence started to hurt, he gently carried her out to the limousine wrapped in a blanket.

He paused to hand his keys to the driver before he pulled his package back into his arms. The car wove its way to the private airfield as Shanna slept in his arms. She stirred but did not wake as the private jet touched down at a remote airfield.

She awakened late the next morning to the soothing sound of waves crashing on the beach. She lay there staring at the ceiling, speculating on her location in the world, completely content to be pinned to the bed under Peter's arm as he slept facing her with his head on her pillow. He gently kissed her neck when she snuggled closer.

She surveyed the white paint on the plank roof before she turned her head slightly in the direction of the crashing waves to peer out the screen mesh wall. She sniffed the crisp ocean air trying again to determine which island she was on.

"Where am I?"

Peter responded by sliding his arm under the light blanket. He fought her shirt buttons for a minute before defeating them all. She inhaled sharply when his hand slid into her shirt to massage between her breasts. She allowed herself to relax even more as his hand rubbed under her breasts before slowly working its way down to her belly. Her nipples hardening, she spread her thighs a bit, as his hand caressed her hip then across her natural red pubes to her other hip. Her thighs spread more as she focused on the hand that rubbed the tops of her legs.

She quivered slightly, the sheet exciting her nipples more. Her blood raced to engorge her outer pussy lips as his finger traced around them. She focused on breathing evenly, her mind following his finger. Her desire in control now, she devoured the sensations her nerves raced to her head as his index finger slowly and painfully traces around but did not touch her pussy. She savored it all. His cock as it pressed into her side. The blood as it spread her excited pussy lips. The delight as her clit started to stand. The agony as his finger paused to twitch gently between her slit and her anus. She felt the moisture build inside her as it seeped to lubricate her.

When prompted, she discarded her shirt then rolled onto her belly. Her arms crossed above her head, her breasts and shoulders pushing into her pillow. She sighed, trembling slightly as his fingers tip toed across her back. Her legs spread, she waited, absorbing the sensations as his fingers worked down her.

He cupped her near butt cheek then squeezed. The movement excited her pussy even more. She moaned her desire as she feasted on the sensations.

Peter adjusted his position by ramming a pillow under his armpit before his hand landed between her shoulder blades. She inhaled sharply as his fingers slid down her spine to caress her anus before imbedding themselves in her dampness. She moaned as he explored her. Her body rocked as his finger collided with her clit.

Tossing the blanket aside, Peter said. "I will be right back."

Returning, he knelt beside her knee. She moaned loudly, the noises almost like words as his well oiled finger massaged her g spot. The rest of his fingers tantalizing her clit and the surrounding area. Her body rocked and bucked as funny noises escaped her lips. With a laugh, he slid a finger into her ass causing her to release more of her moisture onto his oiled fingers. He accelerated his pace. His fingers coaxing her to new heights until she released more moisture with a scream.

He smiled at her spasms as he relocated to lay on his back on the bed, his cock rigidly pointing at the ceiling. A weak Shanna crawled over to mount his cock. With the help of his strong arms, she rode the stallion at a frenzied pace. Feeling the urge after a short rest, Shanna rose on weak knees. Peter watched her body spasms as she clumsily rotated her position. He grinned his approval as she faced his feet, then knelt to slowly impale her ass with his cock. Her body supported by his hands on her hips, she stuttered as the spasms consumed her, all the while, gently rocking his shaft farther into her ass.

The sheer ecstasy of watching his cock gently slide in and out of her ass was more than Peter could handle. With a loud moan between their pants, he released into her. At the same instant, she stiffened for a second as his cock swelled that last small bit before it released. She screamed as she orgasmed, her body spasming uncontrollably. Both completely exhausted, Peter slid her onto the bed. Pulling the sheet back over them, he cuddled her in the spoons position.

Peter awakened from Shanna's scream. He leaped from the bed, his trim muscular body ready for action. His eyes followed Shanna's finger to locate a man on the beach running away from the villa.

"I emerged from the shower to find that man staring at me through the mesh screen wall. She stuttered, clearly upset. He pulled her close, his lips kissing her under her ear before he whispered" You just plain smoke in a towel too."

"Is that all you ever think about?"

"No, I am just as concerned by that man as you are, I was just trying to relieve a bit of the pressure on you." He gently kissed her from her left shoulder up her neck to her ear then, across her jaw line to her lips. Still agitated, her blue eyes blazing, she dismissed his advances by suggesting that he shower.

Her tension gradually dissipated as she sat in a chair listening to him sing the same song repeatedly just slightly off key while he showered.

Scantily clad, in a two piece swim suit with a wrap and him in a pair of swim trunks with lots of pockets, a Hawaiian shirt draped over his shoulder, they headed in the direction indicated by the sign on the palm tree in search of the local market. They walked slowly hand in hand as they enjoyed the sounds and smells on the waters edge as the waves gently rolled in to lick their bare feet.

After a while of quiet contemplation as she watched the sun sparkle on the waves, she inquired where the familiar clothes came from. He explained to her that he had found a small clothes case on the plane with a label above it that said beach. She searched her mind trying to remember if they were her clothes as the market noises gradually became noticeable over the sound of the waves.

They visited booth after booth of local wares in the market but nothing really grabbed their attention. Tired but happy, they decided to return to their villa to have a nap in the hammock. They arrived to find a party dress and a lightweight, white suit laying on the bed for them.

"I hope you ordered these." Her eyes searched his face. He smiled his best dopey grin almost getting lost in her eyes as his mind pondered the surprising events.

He made a mental note of be more vigilant in the future then decided to do his best to quash her fears.

"We took the corporate jet. The pilot actually selected this island so, I suspect that you have been here before. If not, I am sure that your late husband has been here way more than once. While things may seem a bit weird, for all we know, this is the usual place with the usual clothes and the only thing that is strange is that we are not the right couple. I am not the expected male and there is a good chance that you are not his usual island girl. I really hate to mention it because I don't want you upset but in the end, this is going to travel with us for a while."

She shook her head to clear her thoughts trying to not cry as he pulled her close to hold her. He turned just a bit trying to conceal his growing urge to undress her again. She pulled tighter to him aware of his growing desire. They both knew in the backs of their minds that they needed to slow down with the sex and put in the time to really get to know each other if they wanted things to last.

They selected the outdoor hammock to get a bit of sun while they relaxed. He held it still with one hand, his other on her bottom as he helped her in. She waggled it a bit for him before she continued, both of them happy that there was lots of future left for them to enjoy.

They lay facing the same direction with him mostly on his back tilted with his left side lower. She was in the same position so they lay like fallen dominoes with his left arm under her neck and his right one on top of her hip. She sighed, enjoying his member as it gently poked into her bottom, happy that she could get a rise out of this man. Her concerns fading, her mind drifted to her slightly stretched and raw feeling area. Tears of satisfaction and joy crawled to her eyes as she realized that she had enjoyed more sex with this man in a few days than she had even without enjoyment over the last year.

Peter listened to the waves gently crash as he felt the rise and fall of her belly. Her breathing slowed as she relaxed while his mind dissected recent events looking for answers. He put the pieces together as many different was as he could, finally concluding that he had a few minor suspicious events that could not be placed into any diabolical or nefarious plot. As he drifted in and out of sleep, he pondered how a man could cheat on such an incredible woman.

He fought to regain consciousness as something poked his shoulder. His eyes barely open, he noticed a man dressed in a white waiter's uniform. As he stirred more, a voice said to him.

"You have spent enough time in the sun for one day, Mate. Try these lovely non alcoholic fruit drinks in the shade."

Peter tipped the man then with the Shanna at his side, a fruity drink in his hand and that hit by a bus feeling, they headed back into the villa. As he left, the man yelled in their direction, "You don't wanna be late for the Casino, the show is excellent."

As he gently soaped Shanna's back in the shower, Peter wondered what the show would be like. He gently kissed from her neck to the small of her back, his lips following the wave of soap as the water rinsed it from her. As they left the shower, he noted that this shower had the same lovely marble pattern as his shower at home.

Not really surprised that the clothes fit them, they dressed curious to see what the casino had to offer as a show. Peter looked out the front of the villa after a horn beeped. Sitting in a golf cart, the same man waved them over.

"Your chariot waits!" He said with a wave of his hand over the golf cart.

The golf cart raced over the sand to stop in front of the casino. As he walked behind the cart to assist Shanna, the man informed them that their plane left tonight after the show. He assured them that their stuff would be on the plane and that he would collect them at the proper time. With a smile, he explained that they could keep the clothes.

"Were leaving tonight?"

"It seems so, when I booked the plane, I told the person on the phone that we wanted a warm place to spend some time. It seems that this little trip was a favorite of your husbands or someone else scripted it out for us. Either way, it matters not. I personally enjoyed it."

The look on her face told him that this little adventure was explaining a lot of her past. He held her close until she smiled indicating that the revelation had not destroyed the evening. Free drinks in hand, they wandered the casino losing huge cash to the slot machines. Mercifully, the show rescued them from the slots. They enjoyed a back table away from the stage as they munched on a meal watching four men dyed completely blue, make music by beating garbage cans with base ball bats.

Right as the show finished, the man appeared to race them in the golf cart to the corporate jet. A short time later the jet landed to deposit them outside a hanger. Peter noticed his car parked beside the waiting limousine. He escorted Shanna to the open car door with her driver standing beside it. She kissed him before entering the car, promising to call him in a day or two for another date. Sooner if she had any huge anger problems. With a huge grin, Peter climbed into his car.

The End