Private Island Vacation

Except, of course, there was a real man sitting across from me, his face suspended in the ghostly vapors hovering over the bath. From his hooded eyes and faint grimace, I knew he was touching himself, too, lost in his own dream.”

I surprised Marina when I called telling her pack a bag and be ready in a half hour. We arrived at Executive Airport where my private jet waited to take us to my private island. Marina is stunned to see a private jet and find out I had a private island. She is surprised everyday with new discoveries about my life and the way I lavish her with gifts. We landed on the island and I took her hand, leading her out of the trees towards the house. Slowly we passed the immense grounds of the estate with giant trees, football- field-sized lawns, and almost every kind of flower, hedges, and shrubbery imaginable. The house that almost looked like a hotel. The architecture was superb. Outdoor spotlights were already casting a soft glow to the giant structure, and a monstrous chandelier hung inside a mammoth archway that served as the entrance. A large fountain was positioned directly in front of the house, Lady Ella greeted us. Lady Ella led us down a long, dimly lit corridor. We followed close behind, Marina gazing at the many fine and expensive furnishings and decor of the mansion. At last we came to a large room that is the library. Each of the walls are stacked from the floor to the high ceiling with a myriad of books neatly arranged in tall oak shelves. Spread throughout the center of the room were groupings of overstuffed leather chairs and couches for lounging and reading. It was quite a comfortable and inviting room. In a few moments dinner will be served in the dining room next door.

I ushered Marina into a spacious and ornate dining room where the large table was already set with the first course of a feast that included a vast array of delicious and incredible dishes served by an attentive and courteous staff. Marina silently acknowledged that the food was completely enjoyable. Marina is giddy as a schoolgirl, I escorted Marina upstairs to our suite for a drink. Marina is about to refuse as she already had four glasses of wine this evening, two past her normal limit. She thought about telling me no but then she remembered this relationship is very important to her. In the darkened room, I motioned Marina to slip onto the sofa first. I smiled when I saw her dress rise up her firm thigh and is awarded with a nice glimpse of her bare legs. I grin as I move in beside my naive, lovely beauty. The butler brought them both another drink. This is now Marina’s fifth glass of wine, she hadn’t been this intoxicated since leaving Russia. I’m talking to her quietly about having a family. Marina feels very good. She didn’t object when I put my arm around her shoulders. Marina has never been with a wealthy older man in her life. Now she is the lover with a wealthy, powerful fifty five year old man. Her insides tingling. She has never felt this excited before. I’m still whispering in her ear when she feels my warm hand on her bare thigh. Marina quickly covers my roving hand with hers to prevent me from going any further. That isn’t enough as she didn’t put up much of a fight. Her breathing came more rapidly as her heart raced in her chest.

My hand is now all the way under her dress and my searching fingers now push the leg band of her silky French bikini panties aside. Marina gasps as my fat finger probes her moist vagina. I pinch her erect clitoris, eliciting a moan of desire from her lips. The dark haired beauty swallows hard and knew that she will surrender to me. ” I’ve got to goto bed,” she barely whispers to me. ” Okay, Honey, let me help you to our room.” Marina is too far gone to resist. I help her up and walk her to our room, I lock the door and flip the security latch after I help her into the room. I didn’t want any interruptions. Marina tries to resist as I help her undress for bed.