Thawing the Japanese Ice Queen

Maria gazed longingly at central park, carrying her thoughts to her native land. The daughter of a wealthy Japanese businessman whoever would have thought it possible. Her father a successful owner of boutiques that caters only the best to the best, the wives of wealthy businessmen, bankers and lawyers are his clientele. He has clothes flown in from Paris and London, she attends luncheons and cocktail parties by the score. And now . . . here in this hotel in Hawaii to rest and recuperate before waiting for her father’s lawyer to arrive. Maria sighed, she didn’t want to think about John, he is much older then her. She smiled to herself when she thought of John with his bulging eyes and pants, thirsting to get into her panties. She thought of the sadistic pleasure she had gotten from refusing him.

She closed her eyes and opened them again to view the lush scenario of the Hotel Margo, and in doing so she realized for the tenth time that morning that every eye at the pool was upon her. Poor suckers, she could almost see their cocks straining against their bathing suits in anticipation. Just because the Hotel had a reputation for beautiful women, everyone assumed she was fair game. Well, she wasn’t. She was exhausted keeping these oafs at bay. And Maria, at twenty-five was stunning.

As she rose from her chair to walk to the pool, it was evident that her body was sexy, hot, and curvy. Her legs were long and lithe, her skin taut and glowingly tantalizing against the hot sun. Her buttocks were round and firm and swelled seductively under her bikini, revealing just the space between the two globes of undulating promise … her breasts spilling just enough out of her white bikini and her belly, gentle and ever so slightly rounded, just right for the caress of a man’s hand. Men lusted after her, and drooled and pursued her relentlessly. She spurned them over and over again but to no avail. She was always cold and haughty but it only seemed to make them want her more.

She played in the pool for a while, temporarily forgetting the ogling eyes, diving like a dolphin and somersaulting, she really was a gorgeous woman. The men around the pool couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss at not being able to possess her. Shit. Who was it this time trying to invade her privacy, her peace flew away as quickly as it had come.

She saw a strong pair of legs blocking her exit from the pool and looked a little higher at a deep blue silk swimsuit to a deeply tanned body and into the eyes of John Malone.

“Hey Maria,” I called to her. “I’ve been looking for you all morning.” “Oh, hi John,” nervously she smiled, looked into my eyes and then darted away again. “Pardon me,” she said rather brusquely as she tried to avoid touching my body, brushing against my cock which was so obviously throbbing against my swimsuit and for a moment she felt a titillating sensation in her vagina as she came close to him. A surge of desire shot up through her body and she tensed her thighs in order to avoid too much contact. I laughed. “The Virgin Queen eh,” I quipped.

Maria blushed scarlet, then quickly regained her composure and her dignity as she walked past me to her deck chair. I watched her, a grin spreading from ear to ear as I savored the full curve of her ass swaying in cockthrobbing undulations.

Maria sat down and put on her sunglasses and cautiously watched me for a moment. He did arouse her, that was certain and he was the only decent man at the hotel … in fact the only man in desire into her body. He was obviously very intelligent, and extremely handsome, a lawyer for many japanese businessmen including her father.

Every woman in the hotel wanted John to fuck them, it was obvious, in fact every night he was with a different woman. Maria knew, though, deep down that she was the only woman he wanted there at the hotel. No, never, she shuddered almost too violently never would I allow an older man, come into her lovely body, even though they might die for the want of it.

She looked good and hard at John, he seemed to be a man in his late forties, it was really hard to tell with a man like that.