Ordering a third bottle, they took it with them as they wandered to the pool area after dinner, that being social central in the evenings until people disappeared into their rooms for their private escapades. They noticed that there were a lot of new faces, to them at least, but there were still some familiar ones, including Chloe and Dean and Emily and Dan, as she introduced him, a short man, 5’6″ and slightly rotund around the middle.
When they finally got back to their room, Zach closed the door firmly behind him.
“What’s this?” Krista asked, already stripping.
“I want the two of you all to myself,” Zach replied as he undressed.
“After that performance this afternoon, you still have something left?” Krista asked, laughing.
“For the two of you, always,” Zach said, pulling her onto the bed, Susan following.
Zach woke up a few hours later to the sensation of his cock being sucked, but almost immediately realized that it wasn’t Krista or Susan. Looking down, he met Emily’s smiling eyes, his cock deep in her mouth.
“When we saw Krista and Susan show up, we figured you might need some company,” Zach heard Chloe say, followed by her straddling his face, her pussy spreading apart above him. “All of Dean’s friends had had a turn, so…” she said, lowering her cummy pussy onto his mouth.
The next few days fell into a similar pattern. They’d sleep in, then enjoy a leisurely breakfast before lounging about the pool and swimming in the cerulean sea before going up to the room to fuck for an hour or so and then fall asleep, not waking until lunch. The afternoon was more of the same until Enoch would come to fetch them at 4:30 and take them to Long Beach.
One afternoon they let Enoch convince them to see the National Trust Parrot Preserve, a 180-acre preserve across the island from north to south which was established to protect the endangered Cayman Brac Parrot, distinctive with its emerald coat, the white ring around its eyes, and the white forehead. Cayman Brac is the only place in the world where they exist now, the colony on Little Cayman having been totally destroyed after a 1932 hurricane that blew down all of the trees suitable for nesting. There was a nice, 2-mile, maintained walking trail through the preserve and they were able to see many parrots.
When they went to Long Beach for sunset, Granny Sue and her friends delighted in fucking Zach senseless while Krista and Susan enjoyed have six or eight of the local men enjoy themselves. There was never any pressure, any hassle, just people casually taking their pleasure with one another.
After talking to the chef, they only ate dinner in Island Prime. He would take pains to find some unique, freshly caught fish at the market each morning to be able to serve to them, grilling it over a fire of the native scrub hardwood and stuffed with a concoction of spices and herbs. There would be sides of grilled lobster tail with bowls of garlic-infused clarified butter to dunk the meat into. He would also steam a cornucopia of fresh vegetables over which he would drizzle a mango-raspberry-hot chili dressing. As he himself explained it, most divers had no palate, only tremendous appetites after a day of diving that they wanted to deal with by inhaling vast amounts of food as quickly as possible, usually not even tasting it. Having people whose interest in food was paramount was a rare treat for him and he repaid it by doing his finest work.
After dinner they would socialize for an hour or so, then retire to their room with the door closed for some private time with just the three of them. Zach would wake up to find other women in his bed, then wake again when Krista and Susan returned from wherever they had gone, usually planting cum-filled pussies on his mouth for him to clean.
“I think that we should consider moving on,” Zach said at breakfast one morning.
“But why?” Krista asked. “This place is just perfect.”
“It’s just a feeling in the back of my neck,” Zach replied. “Standing still is dangerous. It’s only a matter of time and money to find anyone. If you’re standing still, it just makes it easier because you build habits, patterns. Just look at us.”
“Where do you suggest that we go, Zach?” Susan asked, her whole world crashing on her once again, actually having been able to forget it the past few days.
“A big move,” Zach replied. “Something totally unexpected when, not if, they finally find out that we were here. I can’t believe that he’d go to the trouble of killing his father and seven completely innocent researchers and not expend every possible effort to find Susan and make sure that she’s not a problem. And he’s got the resources to afford it. We’re playing against a stacked deck as it is.”
“Do you have some place in mind, Zach?” Susan asked.
“Yes,” Zach replied, then smiled. “Tahiti; specifically, Bora Bora.”
“Oh, my god!” Krista gasped. “Those places only exist in movies to me.”
“I must admit the same thing,” Susan said. “David would never have considered such a place for a vacation, not that he’d have refused, it’s just that he’d never have thought of it and our vacations were always at his instigation. They were always wonderful, so I had no need nor desire to do anything but leave it up to him. And now I’m leaving it up to you.”
“Well, let’s see if my vacation choice can live up to David’s,” Zach said.
“What else can you tell us?” Krista asked. “I know you; you’ve checked it out six ways to Sunday.”
“Well, first of all, Tahiti is in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Nobody accidentally goes there. In fact, it’s just over 1012 hours flight time in a Gulfstream G650ER, one of the few private jets big enough to make the trip without refueling. That makes them expensive, around $15, 000 an hour, so $165, 000 for the trip.”
“Oh, my god,” Krista laughed. “I can’t imagine a plane ticket costing so much.”
“I’ll put it on my credit card. They’re looking for Susan, a woman. They won’t be looking for a man when they finally manage to trace you here. They’ll be checking flight manifests and any private jets. It’ll muddy the water,” Zach explained.
“You really think that they will find out that we’re here, were here?” Krista asked.
“I’m not willing to risk Susan’s life that they’re incompetent,” Zach said emphatically. “I’d rather be paranoid. I have to assume that they will.”
“When are we leaving?” Susan asked with a sigh.
“Tomorrow night,” Zach replied.
“You sure don’t waste any time, do you?” Krista asked.
“Something I learned from you when you didn’t waste any time in seducing me and sexually addicting me when I was helpless after getting knocked out,” Zach replied with a grin.
“Lucky for you that you added that part about being addicted to me,” Krista said.