The day before the wedding was quiet, Lucy kept Jane under control. 

May came back just before lunch.

“Good, was he?” I asked.

She looked at me with a mix of contempt and embarrassment. I never got an answer, she just went upstairs.

That night was dinner at the hotel.

The following morning everyone was sober. After breakfast it was hair dos and fittings. Jane was not the normal bride in white. Her dress was white but more a summer dress with a vale. The bridesmaids were in pale flower patterns.

Jane’s mother and father arrived, it was the first time I met them and Lucy hinted that I was something to do with her.

The wedding was on the beach, with a bar and massive buffet. Everyone was in hawaiian shirts and barefeet. Some were in beachwear.

The happy couple left in a boat.

May left with her surprise guess shortly after.

I took the opportunity to chat to Gail. I even managed to walk down the beach with her. 

Jane gave me a going away present. She arranged a photoshoot for Gail on the island, which meant Gail had to stay.

It was three days later, the evening after everyone else had gone home that Gail and I were having dinner. We were talking about the history of the island. 

“I found a book.” Gail informed me.

“Can I borrow it?”

“It's in my room.” She told me.

“When you don't need it.” I conceded pushing my empty plate to the side.

“Let's get it now.”

“Come in.” Gail invited, kicking her shoes off. “Can you make coffee?”

I dropped a coffee bag into the machine and switched it on.

Gail returned in a long robe that I wish the sun was behind. After five days without I was hard. Gail turned the top light off and switched on a lamp. For a moment the lamp shone through her robe, siloeting her breast. 

“What do you think?” Gail teased and continued. “I like the island.”

“It's too hot at midday.”

“It is. Sit down.”

“The coffee will be ready soon.”

“Did you really come here for coffee?”

“I came for the book, but was hoping to open more than pages.”

“You can start by opening your shirt.” 

I pulled my shirt off.

“How long have you been wanting me?” She asked.

“Since the airport.”

“That long.”

“How long have you wanted me?” 

“I don't know, perhaps the walk after the wedding. I thought you and Lucy…”

“Did you?”

“You are not going to say are you?”

“I do not discuss that, unless the lady wants me to.”

“So you did.”

“I never deny or confirm.”

“Can I see your cock.”

I dropped my trousers and stepped out of them.

“You shave, you're a player. Pull your foreskin back.”

“I like the feeling.” 

“When were you tested last?” she asked, inspecting my cock.

“Last month, I was clear.”

Gail took my cock in her mouth. I felt good as she rolled her tongue around my cock. I knelt down and kissed her pushing gently my hand inside the robe and felt her tit. Her kiss became even more passionate. I responded. 

I pushed the robe open. Gail pulled at the bow on her robe. It opened, my hand explored and discovered a smooth pussy.

“You shave.” I informed her between kisses.

“Hair showing outside does not look good on camera.” She referred to her modeling and for a moment I wondered what she modeled.

“I think we need the bed.”

“You need a bed. I need you.”

I pulled her to her feet and we made it to the bed.

“Don't mess my hair," she warned.

“You don't have any.” I referred to her pussy.

“Now I'm not sure if I should give you any.” She teased. 

“Perhaps I will take it.”

“You are not that type.” Gail told me, pushing me on my back.

“What type am I?” I asked.

“We will see.” Gail asserted as she lowered her pussy onto my cock.

“That's good.”

“That's hard.” Gail commented as she rode my cock.

“..and that is wet.”

“You are a crude man.”

“Sometimes.”

Gail wrapped her hand around her tits and moved in circles. 

My hand reached for her thighs, soft but firm.

Her hands moved down her body pushing against her side. She came. Her hands lock behind her neck and she threw her tits forward.

“You have a strong grip.” I commented. 

“On your cock?” She continued to move and every muscle in her body tightened.

“Yes on my cock.”

“I'm not letting you go yet.”

“I hope not.” 

She came again and I sat up as much as I could trapped as I was under her and spilt into her.

She pushed me back down. Held my hands and asked “Are you done?”

“Nope, still hard.”

“I can tell that.”

“So on your knees.”

“Yes sir.”

I slid my cock into her full hole.

“You are still hard.”

“Why not when you are here.”

“..and you want to be in me.”

I pushed my cock in and out of her. Her arms collapsed and she bit the bed. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

“I am.”

“Fucking bustard.”

“Yes on both counts.”

She came twice gripping my cock with her pussy both times. Then I filled her, that was OK I was soft but in her, then she came again and I was pushed out.

I fell on the bed beside her.

Gail was still bent over panting.

“Again, later.”

“In the morning.”

“Do I have to wait that long?” Gail asked as she straightened her legs.

“We will see.”

We fell asleep and we did do it again in the morning.