Alex was almost out the door when Jon appeared behind her and grabbed her around the waist drawing her in for a breathtaking kiss. This was no chaste good morning, he started slowly, softly, prying her lips open so that he could explore her fully before he released her. "And where do you think you're going?" He breathed into her ear.
"I was just going to get a head start on the set up" Alex said. On pulling back Jon could see a hint of pain and confusion concealed in the depths of those beautiful amber eyes. Something was troubling her and he wondered what. He made a conscious decision then to reassure her of his feelings without being overbearing. The last thing he wanted was to scare her away...again.
"No, no, no, oh no you don't. I'm not letting you out of my site all day." He said grinning. "You're all mine."
Jon led Alex by the hand to the table. He pulled out her chair for her and helped guide her seat in before taking the one next to her, wanting to stay as close as possible. Breakfast was punctuated with innocent touches and quiet conversation. Jon ate ravenously but Alex barely picked at her food further confirming Jon's initial suspicions that something was wrong, it bothered him that she had not discussed it with him but felt it was best for her to come to him when the time was right.
With breakfast over the only other thing on the schedule for that day was the photo shoot. Jon gathered up Alex's equipment and arm in arm the pair headed out to the beach. The resort was all but abandoned. In an encounter with a resort staff member Alex and Jon found out that most of the other guests at the resort had fled in the wake of the bands arrival.
Though his preoccupation with Alex had prevented him from being a part of it, Jon could only imagine what the boys were getting up to on a free leash. He was a little chagrined at the behaviour that caused others to flee and hoped that it wouldn't come back and bite him in the ass. On the other hand he was pleased at what it meant for him and Alex...they had the resort to themselves until the yacht returned late that evening.
The photo shoot went well. Jon enjoyed watching Alex work, she was obviously as passionate about her chosen profession as he was about his and although he wanted this day to be about him and her, and not about work, he took pleasure in the pure joy he saw on her face when she worked.
For continuity Jon had once again worn his cut-offs and Alex became a little flustered every time her eyes strayed in their direction, recalling the events of the previous day. She found it difficult to concentrate on the task at hand, her thoughts often wandering to how her time could be better served, especially after the kiss he had planted on her that morning. He had not made any advances since, besides holding her hand or the occasional kiss on the check and she was becoming frustrated at chaste nature of his contact. He was being very charming and sweet but she was beginning to wonder where the fire had gone.
Jon was finding it increasingly difficult to control his impulses where Alex was concerned. He wanted to take her in his arms and ravish her but he knew instinctively that a slower pace was what she needed. He was aware of her physical need for him, for after years of women offering themselves to him, either subtly or unconsciously, as Alex had been doing, or overtly, he was very confident that he could read the signs. He was nonetheless concerned for emotional reaction given the tremendous step she was taking. The loss of his own virginity had been less than ideal, but he wanted hers to be special, unforgettable...for all the right reasons.
With the majority of the work having been done the day prior, the photo shoot was complete by 11 a.m. just in time for lunch. They headed to the catering tent and had a picnic lunch packed so that they could eat it in the beach. The couple set out a picnic blanket in a shady alcove under a cluster of palm trees that overlooked the pristine waters of the Great Barrier Reef. They shared a meal of cold seafood, salad and tropical fruit before deciding a rest was in order. It was a hot humid day, Jon had not replaced the shirt he removed for the photos earlier and Alex was still finding it difficult not to stare. He laid back on the blanket his head supported by entwined fingers, a light film of perspiration causing his skin to glisten, his damp fur clinging to his well defined chest. Dark sunglasses concealed his eyes so that Alex could not see his line of sight. It was her.
From the corner of his eye he watched her remove the cheesecloth shirt that she had worn all morning to reveal two miniscule triangles of red fabric, which barely covered her, strung together by thin red straps. She was a golden brown, not a tan line showing anywhere and he was a little jealous of the sun for being able to kiss her where he hadn't. She was sitting crossed legged on the blanket beside Jon and had to reach over him to pull the Reef Oil from her bag. His cock surged as her silky hair swathed a path across his chest and he imagined what it would feel like sweeping lower, lower.... His cock strained at the fabric of his shorts and he willed it to behave, at least for now, it begrudgingly complied when he turned his thoughts to the tribulations Alex had experienced over the last month. He admired her strength so much more than her beauty, but what beauty it was.
In one fluid movement Alex stood and removed her daisy dukes. Though she could not see his eyes she was quite conscious of the effect she was having on Jon now, it was obvious, and she was enjoying every minute of it. Standing on an angle to him and gazing out over the ocean, Alex ever so slowly undid her top button. Then with painstaking slowness she drew down her zipper, pausing her hand when she reached the bottom. She placed both hands on her hips inside the waistband of her shorts and ever so slowly slid them down her legs over toned thighs, bending deep at the waist to follow them all the way to the ground before stepping out of them. She oiled the areas of her body she could reach herself, slowly caressing her skin, then turned to Jon.
"Baby" She said in the sweetest voice looking down at him. "Would you mind doing my back?"
Jon knew that if he touched her now it would be over, so instead he faked slumber, doing his best to regulate his breathing, he ignored her request and hoped she wouldn't push. She didn't. Alex knew Jon wasn't asleep but played along with his masquerade, suspecting its purpose given the evidence of his wakefulness displayed below the waist. She took the opportunity then to take her tease a little further. It was not something she would normally do, at least not in front of men, but given that he had already seen her topless on more than one occasion, she turned her back to him and removed her bikini top. She sat beside him again and, managing to keep her back to him the entire time, stretched out beside him on her stomach. Even looking away from him she knew he was admiring her; she felt the burn of his stare as he perused her body...and she loved it.
Jon concentrated hard on old song lyrics to keep himself in check, the rhythm of his thoughts eventually lulling him into genuine slumber, the sounds of the crashing waves and his measured breathing sending Alex off soon after. When he awoke a couple of hours later Alex was dead to the world. She had turned over in her sleep, shading her eyes from the sun with one arm, her perfect breasts now exposed, their rosy peaks puckered and straining against the light breeze. He reached over and flicked one lightly with his finger tip, she didn't even rouse. He moved closer and flicked it again this time with his tongue before taking it into his mouth and sucking, stretching it out with his lip covered teeth before releasing it. She started to stir. He began a light trail of kisses down, down....He was dipping his tongue into her navel when he heard a gasp and felt her fingers thread through his hair. She tasted salty and sweet, a heady combination, he made to move a lower but her vice grip on his hair had him moving in a different direction.
Alex was overwhelmed at the feelings she was experiencing. She knew what they were doing was wrong and risky, especially out here, but from the moment she became conscious of his mouth on her breast she didn't care. She grabbed at his hair and drew him up for a kiss, she wanted that skilled mouth on hers, and he was only too glad to oblige delving into her mouth exploring her, tasting her until he could take no more.
Jon jumped up suddenly "I'm going for a swim...you coming?" And with that he was running for the surf.
And there it was again, all this stopping and starting was giving her a complex. "Sure, not like I've got any better offers"
Oh you will. Jon had seen the confusion in her eyes when he pulled away from her and felt a pang of guilt for what he was putting her through.
She stood and made her way down to the water's edge, leaving her top laying on the blanket behind her. If he wanted to play games that was fine, but she was adamant that she would show him what he was missing. As she stepped gingerly into the surf the heat of the day made the chill feel colder than it was and she shivered causing her nipple to stiffen, she walked a few steps into deeper water and then dove in immersing herself in its refreshing depths.
Alex and Jon spent the next hour or so playing in the surf. He went for a long swim when he hit the water in an attempt to bring his body back under control. It was somewhat successful but he knew that he would be taking things into his own hands before the big date that evening the second he saw a topless Alex emerge dripping from the water. He had big plans, and he didn't want his traitorous body interfering with them so a repeat of last night's shower was likely...who was he kidding, it was a sure bet.
At about 4 p.m. Jon decided it was time to pack up and head back to the Villa. They gathered their things and headed back, both lost in their own thoughts. Alex wondered why Jon was running hot and cold, while Jon was anticipating everything that lay ahead. The first of his surprises should have arrived by now and he was anxious to get things under way. In his mind the sooner the evening came the better.