On the island

Everything I want to tell is real. Perhaps it would be better if none of this had happened to me, because from time to time I feel like I'm in some kind of agonizing dream and just can't wake up.

I don't want to share what happened with my friends, so I decided to put it all down in writing. I'm a fairly well-known person, and that's one of the reasons why I prefer to write anonymously and keep quiet. Of course, it wouldn't hurt to describe myself a little. I'm thirty, about one hundred and eighty-five centimeters tall, with a normal build, not too skinny, a bit solid but without excessive muscle.

Hair

of an indeterminate light brown color, light eyes. I usually wear my hair short, and I don't have a particularly memorable appearance in general, it's just that my face is shown on TV so often that I'm recognized immediately on the street. I have to wear a baseball cap and travel by car, even for the shortest distances. In everyday life, I wear glasses and differ from my on-screen image by being serious and stone-faced.

There are loads of stunning beauties in our metropolis, for every taste and color. There have always been quite a few of them around me. This allowed me to become too picky and terribly suspicious. Even though I have a steady girlfriend and have been living with her for several years, temptations always exist. And I'm not a stone statue to always resist them. But compared to my friends, who are no less famous, I'm just a heavenly angel and there's little to reproach me for regarding personal relationships. In all my conscious years, I've seen no more than ten truly harmonious and beautiful girls and women.

A month before the incident, I had a strange, very realistic dream. It was towards morning, I woke up for some reason at five a.m., went to the toilet, and fell asleep again, but my mind was as clear as when awake. Such visions are usually called lucid dreams. There, in the dream, I turned onto my other side and suddenly saw that on the bed, instead of my girlfriend, lay a naked, unfamiliar girl. Her face was hidden by long, blonde curls. Before me lay perfection: beautiful and naked, with lovely, heavy breasts. Just the sight aroused me to the limit; I carefully moved a strand of hair away from her face. It turned out to be more wonderful than any assumption. Her eyes were closed, she was sleeping, but her delicate features simply amazed me. I leaned over her and carefully kissed her warm lips. The girl shuddered and opened her eyes, of an intoxicatingly beautiful color, a completely incredible shade of green-gray-hazel for me.

When she saw me, I immediately woke up. I was lying in bed alone, my face buried in the pillow, my cock hard as a rock. I had to go to the bathroom and relieve the tension by hand under the shower. Gripping my cock firmly, I quickly moved my hand from the base to the tip, watching as the cum shot onto the light tiled wall. I felt better, but my heart was still heavy. This surprised me quite a bit; I usually never had such a violent reaction, my legs gave way, and I sat down in the empty bathtub to collect myself.

The entire next month I was busy from early morning until late evening. I had, of course, forgotten about that incident. I needed to do something about the accumulated fatigue, and I decided to rest on some tropical island for at least a week. My girlfriend couldn't go with me, and deep down I wanted to be alone. I chose the Maldives. My girlfriend let me go quite calmly, knowing that couples, newlyweds, and pensioners vacation there. At the travel agency, they recommended an island far from the capital, small and quite secluded, promising that the hotel staff would give me the farthest water bungalow.

The vacation began already at the local Kadhdhoo airport, from where I was to fly on a seaplane to my island. I completely relaxed, sitting alone in the waiting area. And I was already fantasizing that I would swim around the island a few times with a mask and snorkel, and I would meet a whale shark. Maybe even two sharks along with huge manta rays. My serene state was slightly disturbed by a young couple. They were talking quietly in Russian, so I pulled my baseball cap down deeper and sat half-turned away. But to my greatest joy, they paid no attention to me at all and rummaged in their bags for about ten minutes until the three of us were invited onto the plane.

The flight was calm. And only on the long pier leading to the reception desk, which was shaped like an overturned boat lying on the sand, did I look clearly at the girl who had flown with me and her companion. Walking beside me at a leisurely pace was a mind-blowing beauty. She was looking for something in her bag again, lagging slightly behind her man. Into my brain, melted by the tropical heat, immediately crept the thought that someone had brought a beautiful Barbie to life, and with that animation, all the doll-like qualities and other nonsense had disappeared.

I literally devoured her with my eyes for several minutes. She had long, thick hair, very light but without vulgarity. A perfect face with a delicate and absolutely straight nose, lips—not thin but not puffy like those of girls who inject some junk, turning their mouths into liquefied dumplings. Her figure in a light lilac dress was model-like—slender, long legs, a narrow waist, but with all that, she had quite large breasts. I doubt I can describe this beauty in a way that would move everyone, but at the reception, she made an unforgettable impression on the hotel staff. They jumped around her and couldn't tear their slightly stunned gazes away. Her man clearly recognized me but pretended not to know and kept looking somewhere to the side. And with his beauty, I finally met eyes, and it was as if I'd been doused with ice water. Looking at me were huge, expressive eyes, green-hazel, exactly the eyes I had seen in my dream. But while she was looking directly at my face, I couldn't remember where I had seen them before. In those moments, my brain simply shut down.

Of course, this brief encounter made an impression on me. But I was too tired to think and feel. Settling into the water bungalow, I quickly took a swim, ordered dinner to the room, and slept until the next morning. And after that were overly vivid impressions of the island and such deep relaxation that I turned into a sun-baked vegetable who needs nothing in life except white coral sand, palm trees, and crystal-clear salty water.

Three days passed. After a long swim, I was sitting on the terrace enjoying the turquoise ocean. About a hundred meters, maybe a bit farther, from my bungalow, only one person was swimming along the reef. That day the current was quite strong, and I decided to rest to explore the reef with renewed energy. For some reason, I put on my glasses to get a better look at the swimmer and immediately noticed that they clearly didn't have the strength to swim back to shore. I thought it might be a child. An inner feeling made me interrupt my rest and put on my fins. I confidently swam towards the snorkeler. As I got closer, I thought it would be nice if that person were her, the one who flew to the island with me.

And it was her! The beauty was fighting off something underwater. Swimming closer, I saw an enraged triggerfish, a huge fish with dangerous teeth. I had noticed them many times, but apparently the beautiful stranger had disturbed the peace of one of them.

I decided to save the girl and shielded her with my body. The fish made several circles, trying to bite my fins, and I in turn tried to give it something like an underwater kick with those same fins. The clumsy movements still had an effect, and the predator disappeared into the depths.

— Well, how are you? Are you alright?" I asked, addressing the girl.

— Thank you," she answered, looking into my eyes again, "That monster bit me on the leg. I can't swim to shore, it's just carrying me out to the ocean.

I confidently took her by the hand, and together, overcoming the invisible but powerful current, we finally swam to the still lagoon, and from there to my bungalow and climbed onto the terrace. She sank onto the wooden floor, exhausted, and showed me a rather deep wound just above the knee.

— Do you need a doctor?" I asked, unable to help but admire her slender, long legs.

— No, just some vodka from the bar to clean it.

I brought a small bottle from the minibar and carefully poured it on the wound, while examining her body, which stirred my consciousness.

— I didn't think something like this would happen to me and such a savior would appear," she said, smiling modestly.

At these words, my chest grew warm. By nature, I'm not prone to falling in love, and I never particularly fell for beautiful eyes and legs, considering myself different from a primate, but at that moment something extraordinary happened to me—I fell in love at second sight. I wanted so badly to just pounce on her right there on the wet boards. I somehow calmed myself down.

We got acquainted; she told me her name—Elina—and said she had recognized me immediately. But most importantly, she informed me that her husband had left urgently on urgent business the previous evening, and now she was alone. As, incidentally, was I. While we were talking, my eyes roamed over her beautiful figure. She was swimming in a thin white tank top, clinging to her body to avoid sunburn. Through the wet fabric, under which there was also a bikini, I could clearly see the erect nipples of her real, round breasts. I had an almost irresistible desire to kiss her lips, as I had once done in a dream. But for her, after the attack by the vicious fish, that would be too much. She suggested we go on the morning snorkeling trip, and I, of course, agreed.

Elderly English people suggested we go on an excursion to uninhabited islands and a local village—so we spent the next day together as well. Towards the evening of that day, I realized I had fallen in love completely and irrevocably. I tried to hide it and suppress it within myself, but it didn't work. To top it all off, Elina invited me to dinner.

Returning to the hotel, I took a shower and started waiting for her. An hour passed, two, three, I didn't leave the room and waited patiently. After three hours of agonizing waiting, I decided she had forgotten about me and, angry at my own gullibility, ordered food to the room. As soon as I hung up, there was a quiet knock on the door—I rushed to it. She stood before me. A bit sleepy but very beautiful, in a short black dress with her blonde hair loose over her shoulders.

— I'm very embarrassed," she admitted, "I was so tired during the day that I just passed out in the room. I didn't think I'd sleep through dinner.

Without thinking long, I invited her inside, under the pretext that mosquitoes might fly into the room.

We had dinner in the room. She only drank freshly squeezed juice and ate fruit. She sensed that only her appearance excited me, and because of that, she acted a bit restrained. I had no control over myself and just undressed her with my eyes. Tension built up in my groin. The more we communicated, the more I fell in love with Elina. She turned out to be not only exceptionally beautiful but also possessed a sharp mind and a subtle sense of humor. I began to have suspicions—she was just too good, or maybe Elina was an impossible bitch? But her whole appearance suggested otherwise.

— Tomorrow I'll definitely invite you to the restaurant," she said after another pause and rose from the chair, "Thank you for dinner.

Elina got up from her chair. I also stood up, intending to see her off at least to the beach, feverishly thinking about how to make her stay. Finding myself next to her at the door, I smelled her perfume. Involuntarily leaning towards the girl, I also caught the scent of her body: she smelled of berries. This finally blew my mind. With a convulsive movement, I wrapped my arm around her waist and blocked the exit with my back. Elina gasped and pressed her little fists against my chest. A hot wave washed over me.

— Decided to have some fun?!" she asked with indignation in her voice.

The question stung me. I wasn't in the mood for fun; I was really starting to go crazy over her.

— No," I answered honestly, "Elina, I fell in love with you as soon as I saw you. Even at the airport. I didn't know such a thing could happen. Too fast? I agree. But I can't help myself.

When I finally tore my lips away from her mouth, the beauty finally came to her senses.

— Let me go right now! Take your hands off me!" she almost shouted in a commanding but desperate tone. Horror splashed in her beautiful eyes. I read only one thing in them—the girl understood that I wouldn't just let her go.

— I want you," I declared to her in a voice hoarse with desire. From the outside, it all looked not very romantic or right.

— I'm married, and I didn't give you any reason to treat me like a whore.

My hand slid up her leg on its own, under the thin fabric of her panties. I squeezed her firm buttock with my fingers, then went even deeper. Inside, between the folds, it was slightly damp and very warm. From a new wave of arousal, my legs turned to jelly, and I decided to move closer to the bed.

I lifted her off the floor and carried her to the bed.

— Don't be afraid, it will be good for both of us.

— Come to your senses!" she almost squealed in horror, "Have you never had a woman before?

I laid the kicking beauty on the bed and lay on top of her. She was gasping with anger.

— I have never cheated on my husband," she said in a trembling voice.

This sobered me up a bit, but I couldn't stop anymore. I pulled up her dress and pulled down her panties. Before my eyes appeared a pale pink, small bud. My throat went dry, my head buzzed from the wild heartbeat. I spread her legs apart and buried my lips in her almost childlike pussy. Elina stopped desperately resisting, and a quiet moan escaped her chest along with a sigh. With my free hand, I kneaded her hardened breast. What a taste it was! I tenderly licked every fold, every petal.

The smooth pussy began to lubricate abundantly, slowly swell and open, the clitoris hardened and grew. To avoid completely losing my mind, I started jerking off my overexcited cock. My tongue deeply penetrated her contracting vagina. Elina arched her back and came with a cry, and I came into my fist and onto the snow-white sheet.

She slipped out of my hands and sat on the edge of the bed, covering her face with her hands.

— I love you, Elia," I whispered to her, "Don't go.

— Come to my place later, we'll talk at my villa," she said curtly, giving me her villa number.

I came to her around midnight. The door was unlocked, and I entered without warning. The lights were off in the room, and she wasn't there. I went out into the inner courtyard—she was swimming in the softly lit pool. Noticing me, she didn't say

a word and continued swimming. Without thinking long, I took off all my clothes and got into the water. When she swam nearby, I pulled her to me—she was naked.

— What are you going to say to me?" I asked, embracing her as carefully as possible.

— Nothing," she answered, making an unsuccessful attempt to free herself.

— The door was open," I reminded Elia.

The thrusts themselves delivered some kind of unearthly, sharp bliss, and with each one, they became harder to bear. From the outside, it might have seemed like I was raping her again, domineeringly and mercilessly. But I simply lost control, grabbed her by the hair, and, biting her shoulders and neck, began to pour out violently, feeling the vaginal walls tightly squeezing around my cock and as if sucking out all the fluid accumulated in just a couple of hours. A long moan escaped my chest, mixing with the loud moans of my beloved. Coming to my senses a bit, I lay down next to her, tightly gripping her slender wrist and looking at the Maldivian sky. When the euphoria began to subside, I thought I would go crazy if I couldn't see and feel her anymore. I only had a few days left on the island. But gathering all my willpower, I put her