Chapter Thirteen – Bora Bora -The Adventure Continues
We met Julie for breakfast the next morning and reminisced about the delightful evening we had spent together. Of course, the best part was reliving the great sex that we shared. We discussed our plans for the day on the motu and Julie’s next adventure on Raiatea. We agreed to meet at the beach where the outriggers were buoyed at 10:00 a.m.
After breakfast, I asked the culinary staff to prepare a lunch for our trip to the motu. They exceeded all expectations, assembling a lavish picnic for us. When I went to retrieve the coolers, I discovered they had packed the finest French cheeses, an array of cured charcuterie, savory sausages, Saucisson sec, and rich, spreadable pâtés. They also included several bottles of French wine, soft drinks, and Perrier. This is what I would call proper sex food—decadent, indulgent, and designed to keep passion and pleasure fueled all day.
Gale and I eagerly anticipated our day with Julie on the motu—a day that promised beauty, excitement, and the kind of sexual fantasy that you don’t find in a travel brochure.
I decided we would take two outriggers, since packing three people and two large coolers into one boat would be a recipe for disaster. It seemed best for Gale and Julie to navigate one outrigger together, while I loaded the coolers into the other and took command.
We made the thirty-minute trip to the motu deliberately slow, to savor the sight of the graceful manta rays, harmless little sharks, and colorful tropical fish gliding beneath our outriggers. Julie was in her element, snapping photos, as the water was so clear you could spot a dime resting on the lagoon's bottom.
We arrived at the motu and carried our towels, blankets, and coolers to the windward side, safely out of sight from any binoculars or telescopes wielded by prying eyes on the main island. What was going to unfold here was about genuine intimacy, not some tawdry performance for a porn flick.
We found an idyllic patch of sugar-white sand, framed by swaying coconut palms, and claimed it as our own private paradise. At that point, the three of us slipped out of our swimwear—a negligible task for the girls, whose bikinis offered barely more coverage than a pair of pasties, and a postage stamp covering their vaginas. On this motu, all inhibitions were as distant as the mainland.
I lay on the blanket, admiring Gale and Julie. I was milking my cock, which was as hard as granite by now, watching how wet and hungry they both were for each other. Within five minutes, they were both on each other like two rats on a Cheeto, nibbling at one another, until they both went into a sixty-nine position and proceeded to tongue and lick at their respective labia and clitoris. Listening to their whimpers and moans of pleasure was mesmerising, and I had to pinch myself to make sure this wasn't a hallucinogenic wet dream.
Watching their simultaneous orgasm was a spectacle—their bodies shuddering in unison. I swear I could feel the sand vibrate with the power of their vaginas convulsing. Waves of dopamine and oxytocin must have pumped through them like rocket fuel, fueling their ecstasy to extraordinary heights. As they finally slumped in each other's arms, their orgasmic bliss was like watching a sea mist rising from their bodies.
I wanted this day to belong to Gale and Julie, giving them the freedom to fully explore their passion and sexual desires without my interference. With plenty of picnic time left, I settled in to wait patiently for the cobra to strike its venom upon the fruits of their delicious bodies.
We frolicked in the surf and ran up and down the beach like school kids at recess. We played in the soft white sand beneath our feet, completely naked and free from inhibition or embarrassment. We no longer had to dream about paradise—we were living it.
After our delightful lunch and a stroll along the beach, I began to feel the heat of desire myself. I summoned the girls back to the blankets and began the most delightful threesome a man could only dream of. I ate one pussy, then moved to the next. Next, I began to fuck Julie as Gale sucked on her tits, then switched to Gale, while Julie sucked on her tits and kissed her. I moved Julie into a reverse cowgirl position, as Gale placed herself to suck my balls, lick my cock, and slurp at Julie's cunt, until I was nearly ready to explode. When I exclaimed I was cumming, both girls took my cock and licked my cum from its head and shaft, delighting in the moment with giggles.
After five hours of sheer exuberance, joy, and sexual freedom, it was time to leave the most wonderful place on the face of the planet. As we all dressed for our journey back, the only places on our bodies that weren’t a golden brown were the insides of the girls’ labia and the underside of my foreskin.
As we stepped away from that hidden paradise, I caught one last glimpse over my shoulder, wondering if anything in the world could ever feel so free again. We met for dinner—our skin warm and sun-kissed—but a different kind of heat was burning deep inside us.
After dinner, I asked the girls if they would like to venture over to Club Med to see if they would allow us to join their fun. We looked like VIP's waiting to be permitted into Studio 54. The girls were outrageously beautiful with their golden tans, and I have to admit that I looked pretty good myself. They took one look at us and said, "Please do join us; we'd love to have you".
The next six hours of that evening, and the following two days left on this paradise of an island, are a whole new story.
