.” Kim whimpered, her expression pleading for more. “Fuck meeee...”I grinned and put more energy into my hips. My pleasure was her pleasure, but...Kim had figured out that audibly expressing her wants relieved me of any lingering guilt over our supposed Master/sub relationship. She still declared herself a submissive, but one look at our daily lives would leave an outside observer hard-pressed to believe it. “Meek” was a term I’d never use to describe her. And “Kim’s orders” was a phrase often. He was wearing baggy shorts, a loose tee-shirt, and sandals. His sandy brown hair was sun bleached. He was gazing out at the ocean with a far away look in his eyes. Everything about his appearance screamed: ‘surfer.’“The surf will be killer, early next week. There’s a storm system developing that will push some really great waves this way,” the guy said.“I heard that, too. I was wishing I had brought my board to the island,” Betsy said.“You don’t have it here?” the guy asked surprised by that. We saw we had still an hour before diner and decided to go for a swim. While walking naked from our room to the swimming pool some other guests started to arrive. I had the feeling they where “scanning” us and all said hello with a big smile on their face, all very outgoing and immediately starting conversations, where we are coming from etc… We had our swim, some couples joined the pool also and then we went back to the room to get ready for diner. One of the guys said we are welcome to have. The second he was gone I took several deep breaths and leaned against the nearest wall. What the fuck had all of that been about? The staring, the heat, the tension... It had happened before, usually while Ash was drunk, but never like that. It had never been more clear that Ash was attracted to me. Lucy had insisted as much hundreds of times over the years, but I'd always protested - how could a guy so good at winding me up be attracted to me? Why hadn't he just acted like it, instead of all.