Boccaccio
Governor
Installment 5 {In which Tanya becomes ensnared in Colonel Chao's diabolical trap}
Adjusting her position slightly, the beautiful Colombian girl-woman stretched out so that she was lying atop her taller lover. Her pink lips were curled into an 'O' of delight as the dark-eyed teenager began sliding her soft upper body up and down Tanya's back, buttocks and thighs. Letitia's girlish nipples grew bolder and more erect as each sensual caress recaptured some of the oil with which she had anointed the body of her sister in Sapphic delight.
After a minute or two of this lover's embrace, Letitia fell back and lay on one side of the banquette and unzipped her skin-tight leather shorts and slid them down over the sweet swell of her hips. Meanwhile Tanya rolled over and, for the first time, took in the sight of Letitia's tempting body. As she did so, the Colombian beauty armed herself with the sun oil again, and, after a brief girlish giggle, drenched Tanya's luscious breasts with the last of the sun oil.
"Baraka, I believe I owe you two hundred thousand Colombian pesos," the sheik grumbled irritably, as the two young women fondled each other's breasts with loving hands.
"How so?" inquired the colonel, instantly converting the wager into its equivalent in several currencies. The loss sounded dramatic, but the sheik's wealth would hardly be greatly diminished by the loss of a little under $100 US.
The sheik did not answer at first, so enthralled was he by the sight of the two young beauties so rapturously locked in an erotic embrace. Letitia, now aggressively back on top, pushed Tanya's shoulders back down onto the towel, and pressed her breasts gently against Tanya's. Then, with a wicked smile, she began to move her shoulders in slow sensual circles, spreading the oil evenly on Tanya's firm thrusting mounds.
Tanya's honey-gold thighs quivered with longing as Letitia's taut-nipple buds bored into the softness of her own breasts, even as her own flinty nuggets scraped at the soft sweaty girl-globes of her dark-eyed paramour.
As the onlookers rejoiced in this sensual battle of dueling tongues and darting nipples, the Arab mogul replied, "In the plaza, this afternoon, Tanya's breasts seemed so large, so firm, so perfect, I did not believe that they could be … natural. But now…, now, I am not so sure." It was true. As the three men watched Tanya's stunning breasts melt in yielding surrender to Letitia's touch, there seemed little doubt that Tanya's mouthwatering mounds were as natural as the magnificent Andean peaks that stretched toward the sky south and east of Ciudad Paraiso.
"Hmmm," the colonel smiled. "Well, tonight you shall have plenty of opportunity to satisfy yourself, before you are obliged to settle the wager. I am sure," he added with a sly smile, "that your … inspection will be most thorough."
"Indeed," the Sheik concurred with an evil grin. Letitia had slid back down Tanya's body and placed her mouth at the juncture of the American woman's supple thighs. Then her head bobbed forward slightly, and her teasing tongue disappeared from sight, while Tanya's body rocked with pleasure. The blonde beauty lifted her hips slightly, offering her golden-fleeced treasure to the young girl, and wrapped her legs around her shoulders, gently beckoning her inward.
Their love-making continued for the better part of an hour, the two young women frequently exchanging positions like graceful dancers in an erotic pas de deux. They culminated their girlish lusts during a passionate soixante-neuf in which Tanya lay on top, her rounded buttocks swaying in sinuous circles while Don Roberto's daughter's talented tongue attacked her quivering clitoris from below.
When their shudders of ecstasy had receded into the sweet bliss of sexual satisfaction, the two beauties collapsed into each other's arms. For several minutes they remained almost still, facing each other, breasts touching, their skillful hands lazily caressing each other's glistening body.
Their rapturous reverie only came to an end when the telephone on the end-table rang. Sighing at the interruption, Tanya languorously reached for the phone. When she heard the stern male voice on the line, she sat up suddenly, taken aback by the grim, unfamiliar monotone.
"Miss Spencer,” intoned the voice, “you have taken great risks. Now, only I can protect you. Come to Penthouse C in the Castillo at nine o'clock tonight if you do not wish a tragedy to befall your lovely young companion. Tell no one. Do you understand? No one. Nine o'clock. Do not be late."
"Who is this? Hello! Hello!" Tanya cried into the mouthpiece, but the line had gone dead.
"Who was that?" Letitia asked, stretching one sun-bronzed leg leisurely on the banquette and parting her thighs with a wicked smile.
"N-no one," Tanya stammered nervously. "Probably a wrong number."
"Come. Let's play some more." Letitia reached down and slid a flame-red fingernail across her moist gash. "I don't have to be on duty until 6:00. Shall I order some strawberries and whipped cream?" The teenage temptress smiled naughtily. "Or perhaps you'd like to spank me, like you did the other night?" Letitia rolled over and lifted her saucy buttocks high in the air and wiggled them back and forth sexily. "I've been a very bad girl, haven’t I?" she pouted.
Tanya did her best to force a smile, but brushed aside the sensual invitation with an impatient wave of her hand and reached for the beach towel. She wrapped it around her modestly and squinted in the direction of the suddenly ominous tower of El Castillo gleaming in the late afternoon sunlight, wondering at the meaning of the mysterious call. "Lo siento, mi bonita. I’m sorry, but I suddenly have a terrible headache. Perhaps you had better go." She leaned down and gave the dark-eyed beauty a gentle peck on the cheek. “Will I see you tomorrow?”
"Por supuesta! “Of course,” Letitia said perkily as she bounced up off the banquette with the nimbleness of youth, and picked up the garments she had cast aside. “You still owe me that spanking!” she added cheekily as she turned her back on her lover and wiggled her tempting derriere again. Then she padded on bare feet toward the glass patio door, utterly uninhibited, her tawny body a thing of inexpressible beauty. "Let me hop into the shower, and then I'll be off. If you change your mind, join me – and I'll let you wash my … front," she added coquettishly, pirouetting to give her inamorata a last look at her pleasingly taut nipples and the dark delta of desire between her legs.
When Tanya shook her head despondently, Letitia poked her tongue at her playfully and disappeared inside while Tanya's soulful brown eyes swept over the horizon, searching fruitlessly for a clue to the mystery in which she had suddenly become enshrouded.
A minute or two earlier, Colonel Chao Lin-Feng had gently pressed the END button on his mobile phone with a barely audible click. The three men exchanged triumphant glances as Baraka and the Sheik congratulated Chao on his ingenious scheme. For if all went well, in a few hours’ time, Tanya Spencer, Don Roberto’s golden girl, would become ensnared in their treacherous web, and become a slave to their most depraved desires.
Adjusting her position slightly, the beautiful Colombian girl-woman stretched out so that she was lying atop her taller lover. Her pink lips were curled into an 'O' of delight as the dark-eyed teenager began sliding her soft upper body up and down Tanya's back, buttocks and thighs. Letitia's girlish nipples grew bolder and more erect as each sensual caress recaptured some of the oil with which she had anointed the body of her sister in Sapphic delight.
After a minute or two of this lover's embrace, Letitia fell back and lay on one side of the banquette and unzipped her skin-tight leather shorts and slid them down over the sweet swell of her hips. Meanwhile Tanya rolled over and, for the first time, took in the sight of Letitia's tempting body. As she did so, the Colombian beauty armed herself with the sun oil again, and, after a brief girlish giggle, drenched Tanya's luscious breasts with the last of the sun oil.
"Baraka, I believe I owe you two hundred thousand Colombian pesos," the sheik grumbled irritably, as the two young women fondled each other's breasts with loving hands.
"How so?" inquired the colonel, instantly converting the wager into its equivalent in several currencies. The loss sounded dramatic, but the sheik's wealth would hardly be greatly diminished by the loss of a little under $100 US.
The sheik did not answer at first, so enthralled was he by the sight of the two young beauties so rapturously locked in an erotic embrace. Letitia, now aggressively back on top, pushed Tanya's shoulders back down onto the towel, and pressed her breasts gently against Tanya's. Then, with a wicked smile, she began to move her shoulders in slow sensual circles, spreading the oil evenly on Tanya's firm thrusting mounds.
Tanya's honey-gold thighs quivered with longing as Letitia's taut-nipple buds bored into the softness of her own breasts, even as her own flinty nuggets scraped at the soft sweaty girl-globes of her dark-eyed paramour.
As the onlookers rejoiced in this sensual battle of dueling tongues and darting nipples, the Arab mogul replied, "In the plaza, this afternoon, Tanya's breasts seemed so large, so firm, so perfect, I did not believe that they could be … natural. But now…, now, I am not so sure." It was true. As the three men watched Tanya's stunning breasts melt in yielding surrender to Letitia's touch, there seemed little doubt that Tanya's mouthwatering mounds were as natural as the magnificent Andean peaks that stretched toward the sky south and east of Ciudad Paraiso.
"Hmmm," the colonel smiled. "Well, tonight you shall have plenty of opportunity to satisfy yourself, before you are obliged to settle the wager. I am sure," he added with a sly smile, "that your … inspection will be most thorough."
"Indeed," the Sheik concurred with an evil grin. Letitia had slid back down Tanya's body and placed her mouth at the juncture of the American woman's supple thighs. Then her head bobbed forward slightly, and her teasing tongue disappeared from sight, while Tanya's body rocked with pleasure. The blonde beauty lifted her hips slightly, offering her golden-fleeced treasure to the young girl, and wrapped her legs around her shoulders, gently beckoning her inward.
Their love-making continued for the better part of an hour, the two young women frequently exchanging positions like graceful dancers in an erotic pas de deux. They culminated their girlish lusts during a passionate soixante-neuf in which Tanya lay on top, her rounded buttocks swaying in sinuous circles while Don Roberto's daughter's talented tongue attacked her quivering clitoris from below.
When their shudders of ecstasy had receded into the sweet bliss of sexual satisfaction, the two beauties collapsed into each other's arms. For several minutes they remained almost still, facing each other, breasts touching, their skillful hands lazily caressing each other's glistening body.
Their rapturous reverie only came to an end when the telephone on the end-table rang. Sighing at the interruption, Tanya languorously reached for the phone. When she heard the stern male voice on the line, she sat up suddenly, taken aback by the grim, unfamiliar monotone.
"Miss Spencer,” intoned the voice, “you have taken great risks. Now, only I can protect you. Come to Penthouse C in the Castillo at nine o'clock tonight if you do not wish a tragedy to befall your lovely young companion. Tell no one. Do you understand? No one. Nine o'clock. Do not be late."
"Who is this? Hello! Hello!" Tanya cried into the mouthpiece, but the line had gone dead.
"Who was that?" Letitia asked, stretching one sun-bronzed leg leisurely on the banquette and parting her thighs with a wicked smile.
"N-no one," Tanya stammered nervously. "Probably a wrong number."
"Come. Let's play some more." Letitia reached down and slid a flame-red fingernail across her moist gash. "I don't have to be on duty until 6:00. Shall I order some strawberries and whipped cream?" The teenage temptress smiled naughtily. "Or perhaps you'd like to spank me, like you did the other night?" Letitia rolled over and lifted her saucy buttocks high in the air and wiggled them back and forth sexily. "I've been a very bad girl, haven’t I?" she pouted.
Tanya did her best to force a smile, but brushed aside the sensual invitation with an impatient wave of her hand and reached for the beach towel. She wrapped it around her modestly and squinted in the direction of the suddenly ominous tower of El Castillo gleaming in the late afternoon sunlight, wondering at the meaning of the mysterious call. "Lo siento, mi bonita. I’m sorry, but I suddenly have a terrible headache. Perhaps you had better go." She leaned down and gave the dark-eyed beauty a gentle peck on the cheek. “Will I see you tomorrow?”
"Por supuesta! “Of course,” Letitia said perkily as she bounced up off the banquette with the nimbleness of youth, and picked up the garments she had cast aside. “You still owe me that spanking!” she added cheekily as she turned her back on her lover and wiggled her tempting derriere again. Then she padded on bare feet toward the glass patio door, utterly uninhibited, her tawny body a thing of inexpressible beauty. "Let me hop into the shower, and then I'll be off. If you change your mind, join me – and I'll let you wash my … front," she added coquettishly, pirouetting to give her inamorata a last look at her pleasingly taut nipples and the dark delta of desire between her legs.
When Tanya shook her head despondently, Letitia poked her tongue at her playfully and disappeared inside while Tanya's soulful brown eyes swept over the horizon, searching fruitlessly for a clue to the mystery in which she had suddenly become enshrouded.
A minute or two earlier, Colonel Chao Lin-Feng had gently pressed the END button on his mobile phone with a barely audible click. The three men exchanged triumphant glances as Baraka and the Sheik congratulated Chao on his ingenious scheme. For if all went well, in a few hours’ time, Tanya Spencer, Don Roberto’s golden girl, would become ensnared in their treacherous web, and become a slave to their most depraved desires.
