“We noticed that there were times when your bed was quite crowded,” Mahana said. “We’ve never had more than a couple of people in a unit, so we’re learning how to accommodate the situation. To that end, another bed will be brought for you so that there is plenty of room for everyone. Would that please you?”
“That sounds wonderful, Mahana,” Krista said.
“Would you care for some breakfast?” Mahana asked.
“We’re starved,” Susan said, smiling.
“If you will allow me, I will see to it,” Mahana said. “I’m sure that you will approve. It will take 15-20 minutes. Would you like some champagne while you wait?”
“That would be great,” Krista replied. “Why don’t we try that Perrier Jouet Rose this time?” she suggested.
“It’s all bubbles to me,” Zach said, smiling. “As long as it’s wet and cold.”
Raina opened the champagne and served it while Mahana went to see to their breakfasts, returning 15 minutes later with a large bamboo serving tray containing 4 dishes and a large bowl of cut fruit.
“This is called ia ota in Tahitian and poisson cru in French. It is generally considered the national dish of Tahiti and the islands of French Polynesia. Though it appears very similar, it is distinctly different from ceviche. The raw yellowfin tuna is first marinated in lime juice, then thinly slice cucumber, green pepper, purple onion, and diced tomatoes are added. Five minutes before serving, fresh coconut milk is added, which I did just before leaving the kitchen, opening the coconut myself to ensure the freshest milk,” Mahana explained.
“Oh, this is heavenly,” Susan said after tasting it. “The coconut milk makes it so much better than ceviche. It’s like night and day.”
“This is great, Mahana,” Krista agreed. “I could live on this.”
“Many older Tahitians eat only ia ota and fresh fruits,” Mahana explained. “It is considered the purest diet and very healthy. I am pleased that you enjoy it.”
Raina then showed up with a bamboo serving tray containing 3 coffee cups, 3 large glasses of freshly squeezed fruit juice, and a large thermos. Behind her came two men carrying a coffee machine and a coffee grinder.
“Now you will be able to have coffee whenever you desire,” Mahana said as the men set up the equipment on a side table inside their unit. “These are a Breville BES870LX coffee machine and a Breville BCG820 burr grinder. They are the most popular in the restaurants and cafes of Tahiti, even though they are American made. At least they have a French-sounding name,” she said with a smile.
“This is sort of like living inside an ethereal magic lamp where your every wish comes true,” Krista said as they ate. “I don’t know that I’ve ever felt such a sense of total satisfaction with everything about my life as I do here in this place. It’s so removed from any other reality that I’ve ever experienced.”
“I agree,” Susan sighed. “Each day I find that I think of David fewer times, only a few times an hour,” she said with a wan smile, “as opposed to every minute of the day. I’m so exhilarated and caught up in the constant emersion into my sexual pleasure that that’s all that I think of, just flowing on this constant river of bliss.”
“It seems like not just Yuri and Olga are leaving today,” Zach observed when he saw the French foursome heading towards the bamboo walkway back to the real world, dressed and towing their bags behind them.
“I wonder who will replace them?” Krista mused, waving back when Olga turned to wave to them.
They went for a leisurely swim after breakfast, returning to find a surfeit of staff and only the older couple.
“I think that I’ll splurge,” Krista laughed, rounding up three of the staff members and taking them with her to one of the beds. “Come on, Susan, let yourself go. We won’t get a chance like this when they’re all busy.”
Zach had to laugh as a red-faced Susan swept up three for herself, joining Krista on the other mattress.
“Come, we will see to you over here,” Mahana said, taking one of Zach’s arms, Taina taking the other as they led him to the bed in front of the unit next to them where one of the French couples had been staying.
Zach was on his back, Mahana’s delicious pussy plastered to his mouth as he ate, her, Raina’s mouth stuffed with his cock when he heard the approaching voices and recognized Raimana’s, just as his cock went off in Raina’s mouth.
“This will be your unit,” Raimana was saying, Mahana climbing off of his face to stand up, her big chocolate nipples hard and sticking out from her swaying breasts.
“I will see to it that the bed is cleaned,” Mahana said, smiling. “It would seem that we are done for the moment,” she added, turning to look at Raina sucking Zach off, cum leaking from the corners of her mouth to run down her chin.
“That’s okay,” Zach heard a woman’s rich contralto voice saying, then he was looking up impossibly long legs leading to a naked pussy beneath a miniskirt, very long from clit to taint with inner lips furled up outside of the outer ones with a big protruding clit above. “Does he come with the unit?” she asked.
“He can,” Zach said, “and his face is open for immediate seating.”
He heard her laugh, along with a man, but his vision was fairly restricted to up her legs and beneath her skirt.
“He is in the unit next door,” Raimana replied, indicating the two beds where Susan and Krista each had three cocks in them.
“Would you like me to sit on your face?” she asked, bending over, her face a foot from his, her ice-blue eyes mesmerizing above a button nose and a big smile, a long blonde braid hanging down, almost touching the ground. “Your ladies appear occupied. I am Inga.”