Part 3, the end

Part 3, the end

Even though her man was a rock star, he wasn't 'diva-ish', but I knew he liked to be taken care of first. I knew he had been working hard lately and that he would love a massage. I didn't mind, especially since he had gotten me all those flowers. I turned in his arms, looked up into his face as I cupped his balls, fondling him briefly. As I stroked him, his eyelids fluttered closed and he moaned.

I smiled. "Baby. Lay down on the bed," I said, as I traded places with him and gently indicated for him to lay down. He laid down on his back. I twirled my hand and said, "On your stomach." Jon rolled over, adjusted himself, since he was still hard. I thought, 'don't wanna break it'.  I put a little massage oil in my hands and rubbed to warm it a bit, while staring at his incredible ass. I climbed up and straddled him and started on his back, then stretched across him to massage his arms, making sure to let my breasts skim across his back.

"Oh, Baby," he said deeply as I pushed particularly hard on his back, "that feels good. Your hands are magic. MMMmmm, thankssss," as his voice trailed off.

"You're welcome. You make it easy, hon, you body is magnificent." All I got in return was another grunt like moan as I kneaded his muscles, reveling in the feel of his skin. I continued to add oil and moved down his back to his awesome butt, then each of his legs. 

One thing about Jon is...He snores when he was real tired. I stood up next to the bed and gazed down at her Adonis. Poor Baby. I smiled and pulled the sheet over him and went into the bathroom to wash up. I decided to take a shower. When I was done, I put on a gauzy, see through beach type cover up and went into the kitchen.

The housekeeper had blessedly left, so I felt better about walking around the house naked, well almost. I found a bottle of wine and poured myself a glass and went back to the bedroom, My baby was still asleep. It was OK I thought, as I went through the french doors to the patio. I found a lounge chair and sat down, leaning back. The sun was setting and Hawaii was notorious for magnificent sunsets and I was not disappointed. I laid there sipping my wine, enjoying the sunset, thinking, even though Jon fell asleep, it didn't matter. He always gave as good as he got. He'll take care of me. I set my glass down and closed my eyes, thinking about Jon's prowess in bed. i must have fallen asleep, when I felt something on my face. I tried to brush it away, but felt it again. It was under my nose. I smelled roses. I opened my eyes and smiled.

"Wake up sleepy head," Jon said.

"Sleepy head. I was getting some beauty sleep."

"Sweetheart, you already are beautiful," Jon said with a kiss on my nose, follwed by a kiss on my lips. He stood up and held out his hand for mine and helped me up. he led me over to the fireplace and I saw that he had lit a fire. Jon also laid some blankets and pillows on the floor, covered with some of the rose petals. he was always the romatic.

"MMmmm, Baby, you are so wonderful to me," I said running my mands down his ribcage, over his hips, to his thighs. he kissed my lips, nibbled my neck and flicked his tounge over my earlobe. I started to trail kisses down his chest, flicking my tounge over his nipples, while at the same time stroking his cock with my hands.

He moaned, whispering, "baby that feels good." He moved his hands to either side of my head entangled his hands in my hair, holding my head, kissing me again.

God! This man is my heart, my soul. Maybe someday I will tell him.

With his hands still cupping the back of my head, I kneeled down and took him in my mouth. I rested my hands on his muscular thighs. He let me go on for a minute or two, before tightening his hands in my hair and gently pulled, wanting me to stand up.

"Sweetheart, that's enough for now. It's my turn to show you a little appreciation," he said with a wicked gleam in his eye. 

He laid me down on the blankets, the scent of roses coming up. He started kissing his way down from my neck, across my chest, purposely avoiding the twins. He was kissing my belly, when I could stand it no longer, and grabbed his hair, pulling his head to my breasts. He chuckled, knowing that it drove me crazy when he did that. Jon, then, did the right thing and worshiped the twins in the manner in which I was accustomed to. 

Meanwhile, I felt his hand on my thighs, pushing one away and pulling one towards him, giving him better access to my pussy. Between kisses and sucking, Jon said, "You are so wet and hot. I love how you respond to me."

At that moment he sucked hard on one of my nipples and had worked my clit just right and I climaxed, letting out a little scream. In the middle of my climax he whispered in my ear, "That's it baby, that's it. I love watching you cum." 

OH GOD! I almost passed out. As I came down from heaven, he moved between my legs and proceeded to do what Sam Kinneson referred to as the capital 'T'. And with the completion of the alphabet, I reached another intense orgasm. 

On his hands and knees he moved over me and laid on top of me cradled between my thighs. I cupped his face bringing his lips to mine. I ran my tongue around his lips, tasting myself, sucking his lips, cleaning him off. I could feel the head of his cock at the entrance to my pussy, teasing me, inserting just the head, then withdrawing. My head was back, my eyes closed. "Jon," I said, breathlessly, "please," raising my hips up a bit. My hands clenched over his arms.

He said, "Look at me."

I looked in his eyes.

He caught my gaze and held it as he plunged into me to the hilt. He began a slow rhythm, watching me as my eyes closed. I was making little panting noises. Jon would pull out almost all the way and then slowly back in. He kissed me, his tongue dancing intimately with mine. My fingernails raked his back. He increased his pace, his cock pounding my pussy, no longer able to hold back. I screamed his name as I came. He followed with his own orgasm, his neck muscles corded, head flung back. He was trembling, and I could feel his cock twitching with the last remnants of his climax. Jon rolled off me and laid down on his side next to me, gathering me close. Then he pulled one of the blankets over us, and we fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning, the sunlight streaming through the windows. I saw that the doors to the patio were open and a slight breeze brought in a wonderful smell from the outside. I rolled over onto my back and stretched. After we had made love again and taken a shower, we had ened up in bed. I looked over and found that Jon wasn't in bed. I laid there thinking about him. I loved him, but I just didn't know how to tell him or if I should. I didn't want him to think I was after his money. A tear escaped and rolled down my cheek. A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts.

"Come in," I called, wiping my face.

A small Japanese woman came in. She must be the housekeeper I saw briefly last night. She carried a beautiful silk robe with her. "Mr Jon asks that you join him on the patio," she said, laying the robe on the bed and quietly left the room. 

I stood up and slipped on the robe. I saw his figure through the sheer drapes. He was looking out at the ocean. Moving aside the drapes I stepped out onto the patio. He didn't hear me so I stood there looking at him. He only had on a pair of pajama bottoms. 

The breeze ruffling his long blond hair.  "Jon," I said to get his attention. Jon turned, smiled at me, and held out his hand for me to join him by the railing. As I approached, I saw he was drinking champagne. He handed me the other glass. 

"Hey, Baby," kissing me, "did you sleep well?"

"Yes," I said, running a fingertip down the middle of his chest, "you wore me out last night, baby, as well you know it."

He chuckled and said, "You liked it."

"I know," I said, smiling, looking,up into one of his 'beautiful' smiles.

His smile faded a bit. His hand reached out moving a small trendle of hair out of my face and tucking it back behind my ear. He said, "I love you." His eyes searching my eyes, looking for a reaction, or maybe fearing my reaction. I paused for a second, stunned but happy.

"Oh, Jon, I love you, too," I said.

He gave me this funny smile and said, softly, "I know."

Feeling a small jolt of fear that caused me to take a small step back, I said, "How do you know, I don't remember saying anything."

"Sweetheart," he said, somewhat indulgently, "you talk in your sleep."

GOD! I thought. What else do I do in my sleep,,,DROOL!?

He must have seen the mortified look on my face and said reassuringly, "Baby, it's OK. I am NOT unhappy about this. I do love you."

This is what I wanted, what I dreamed of, now I didn't know what to do. I took a drink of the champagne, trying to calm myself. I was staring at the glass not wanting to look at Jon's searching eyes, when I noticed something in my glass. It can't be. It was too cliche`. Bringing the glass closer to my face I turned it this way and that. It looked like a ring. Tears started welling up in my eyes. I tried to swallow the lump forming in my throat. I tilted the glass and reached in with my fingers to fish out a ring, my hands trembling.

 OH....GOD...Staring at the ring, it was a beautiful solitaire diamond, not small. I just stood there staring at it.

Jon took pity on me and took the glass from my hand, setting them both down, then took the ring and my left hand in his.

"Honey." 

I looked up, tears streaming down my face. 

"Will you marry me?" Jon asked as he slipped the ring onto my left hand.

Looking deep into Jon's dark, midnight blue eyes, my voice watery from tears and said, "Yes." I moved to hug him, my arms around his waist, laying my head on his chest. Jon wrapped his arms around me and held tight.

EPILOGUE

Six months later, amid family and friends, Jon and I married in Maui and lived happily ever after.

Thankyou for tuning in. Hope you enjoyed the show.

Part 2

Part 2

The surprises just kept coming. They entered the house. The room was large, all open, practically no walls. All white and hardwood floors. The only color in the room was coming from the Hawaiian accents...rugs, pillows, artwork. The whole back of the house were floor to ceiling windows with french doors mixed in. It was beautiful. The driver took our bags to the bedroom.

"Close your eyes," Jon said as he guided me towards the bedroom. 

I closed my eyes. As we entered the bedroom, I could feel the carpet under my feet. I could tell by where Jon had his hands and his voice, he had moved to stand behind me, his hands on my hips and said, "OK, you can open your eyes."

Opening my eyes, I exclaimed, "Jon! It's beautiful." The room was huge, easily as large as the living room. Beige carpet, dark hardwood trim, a huge king size bed with a gauzy canopy draping down the sides. A separate area with a couch and a fireplace. And the piece de resitance'.. Roses. Everywhere. Vases filled every table in the room. I felt a little vulnerable for a second. 

I was completely attached to this man, but I didn't let it show. I didn't get where I was today without being discreet and close mouthed. I didn't gossip. Jon never expressed any inclination towards commitment other than he had mentioned he didn't date anyone else. We just went one like we were, neither being able to discuss commitment. I guarded my heart, most of the time, but I knew I would be heartbroken if he ever left. I think he knows, though, because he gives me these soft looks of understanding, sometimes.

Not being able to help the small tears that appeared in my eyes, but not falling, I smiled and turned to face Jon and said softly, "It's beautiful. The roses are spectacular. You are the most romantic man on this whole planet." 

I stood on my tip toes, put my arms around his neck and kissed him, slowly, softly, at first, then Jon started to deepen the kiss. His arms tightening around my waist holding me close. His hands roamed up my back and unzipped my dress, his fingers taking the straps and moving them slowly down off my shoulders. Meanwhile, I had grabbed hold of his shirt and had managed to pull his shirt out from his waistband. My fingers found his soft warm flesh. Jon pushed my dress down to my hips so I had to move my arms and hands to my sides. I looked at him in the eyes as my dress fell to the floor.

I kicked off my shoes, stepped out of my dress, and stood there in just my bra and panties. The look of appreciation on his face was such an ego booster. It felt good. I turned and walked away, knowing my ass looked good, looking for my suitcase to get out my massage oil. Finding them, I laid them out on a small bedside table. I looked back at Jon and gave a small twirl of my hand indicating he should get undressed. I turned back to the bed and pulled back the covers, as I didn't want to get any oil on the gorgeous bedspread. 

As I had straightened back up, I felt Jon behind me, his hands gliding from my hips to my backside, caressing my ass as he nibbled my neck and shoulders, a move that he knew made me completely hot, not to mention moist. He unhooked my bra and slipped it off. I could feel his shaft, hard, up against my ass, while his hands cupped my breasts and kneaded them, pulling at my nipples with his thumb and fingers. 

Part 1

Part 1

Channel 69 is proud to present...FANTASY ISLAND,

written and produced by your Fantasy Princess, Karen.

And without further adieu....FANTASY ISLAND!

"Da Plane! Da Plane!..." OH, sorry! Wrong island! LOL

Jon called me the other night at my home in Malibu. "Babe, I booked us on a plane to Hawaii for this weekend. The band and I have some time off before the next leg of our tour and I need some R & R. What do you say, Hon?"

I smiled to myself. Jon was a man you were available for night or day, besides what woman in her right mind would say no, anyway. "Sure, sweetheart, I would love to go. I'll be ready."

"Bye."

"Bye."

I hung up the phone. Being a massage therapist, my time was my own. Massuse to the stars. Lucky me. That's how I met Jon, about 2 years ago.  We started out as friends and became lovers about a year after that. And we have been exclusive ever since. 

Later on that day, Jon's assistant called to give me the travel details. I would be taking a limo to LAX and meeting Jon there, as he was flying in from Jersey. I packed for the tropics, including Jon's favorite massage oils. That man worshiped my magic hands. A secret smile on my face as I thought of all the other parts of me he worshiped.

One of the perks of having access to the stars, was having access to their world. Spas. Gyms. Personal trainers. I had a great body, so I chose to wear a nice, simple summery dress and some flats. It showed off my body and lower legs. My arms had great definition, also, so going sleeveless was no problem.

I arrived at the airport and met up with Jon.

"You look beautiful sweetheart," Jon said, leaning over to kiss me.

"Thanks, Babe. So do you."

He put his hand on the small of my back and escorted me to the plane that would take us to the islands. We arrived in Maui early in the evening. Come to find out Jon had access to a private home belonging to someone in the record industry.

"Jon, we seem to be passing all the hotels," I said.

"That's my suprise. A friend of mine is loaning us the use of his house."

I looked at Jon and smiled. He just put his arm around me and hugged me close. We finally arrived at the home. It was on a hill overlooking the hillside and the ocean. The part of the house facing the road was very simple. A white, one story house. As we walked up the walkway, the door opened. 

There was a housekeeper.