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Valeria in the Maldives

I had been drifting for a while, feeling empty. I was awash with self-pity. I thought life was just a series of motions, work, fuck, eat, wash. It did not help I worked in finance, soulless bloodsuckers. I was too cowardly to walk away and too greedy to quit, I loved it all - the cash and women in particular. I was not much for drugs and booze, I hated losing control, and in turn was disgusted by most who did, including the girls who threw themselves at me.

A friend suggested the Maldives. A paradise lost but within reach. Cleansing waters, healing weather, freshness, and purity. The very sand was supposed to leech away your toxins. So I slapped down an ultimatum on my bosses and took an extended sabbatical in late December. They did not dare fire me, yet, I brought in too many dollars, and my client list was unassailable, most would only work with me. Besides it was a dead time.

“Go on, try not to get killed or hurt, get back here early January we have a shit load of deals to close,” growled my superior, with his ass lickers nodding in agreement.

I barely heard them and was out the door. Hours later it seemed I had flown into the Bermuda Triangle. The grime and grey of New York was gone, instead, it was various shades of blue - aqua, turquoise, azure, and aquamarine.

Little spiders of islands appeared, green fuzzed arachnids spreading their twisted legs into the ocean, the hotels and cabins floating on the water, no other place on earth had such elegance.

I only briefly thought of my ice-cold parents in their Long Island mansion, and how nonchalant they sounded when I said I was not coming home for Christmas. I was an only kid, and most of my relatives were assholes. No love lost. I was on my own.

I settled in on Niyama private islands, their beaches were the most appealing, and I loved the sand on my toes. Though I did not crave the company of people, I liked being near them. Banking is a people profession, you have to convince others to allow themselves to be robbed. I took a luxury pavilion at the end of the boardwalk, I could afford it and deserved it. It hosted 10, I did not care. A few days passed and I began to feel the negative energies fade, and the lovely nice people helped.

New years rolled around and I wandered down to the beach. The thump of the bass echoed across the water. Hot bodies danced in the sand, and food and drink, we were marooned and in paradise. I chatted idly with the bar keeps who knew me by now, especially in that I preferred non-booze cocktails and tipped insanely well. Many girls had tried to get in bed with me, but I had my cock sucked enough back home, here I wanted peace. But then I saw her.

She was swinging gently, dancing with her girlfriends. A perfect oval face, such perfect eyebrows. Her irises were blue-green, and her entire face was the picture of happiness and freshness. She had an adorable button nose and luscious perfectly shaped lips. She had a flush on her cheeks, a natural color, and it made me want to touch her. Her auburn brown hair was short-cropped and perfectly complimented her face. She was wearing a sarong in the island tradition, and a white top. Her figure was exquisite, perfectly curvy, massive boobs under the top I longed to see. Her wide hips swung naturally as she danced and giggled. I looked her up and down, her ass and legs were wonderful. My eyes rested on her lovely belly, and the cute little belly button. I wanted to run my hands all over her.

I think time and tide stopped. It was like everyone froze. I was transfixed by her smile, she was the only one moving. My eyes burned across, and she saw me, and she skipped a beat, dropped her eyes, and blushed crimson. I must have been burning with passion. I did not understand it myself. I was just hoping I did not have to deal with some dipshit boyfriend. I wanted her, that’s it. I walked across the beach and as I approached she slowed, her eyes glued on mine. Her friends began to notice. It was a moment. She finally stopped. Like a gentleman of old I made my move.

“Would you please dance with me, miss?” I asked. 20 people danced slowly watching.

Her face lit up with a smile, “Of course I will. I am Valeria.”.

It was that easy. I took her hand and led her off a ways. Closer to the waves and away from the crowd. I took my hand around her lower back and pulled her close, and we danced slowly, a modern waltz on the sand. The song was romantic. She looked up at me with those blue-green eyes and I wanted to kiss her. She sensed it, this attraction beyond reason, and Valeria reached up, and our lips met. It was the most delicious bonding, we melted into each other. Her heavy boobs against my chest, my hands clutched her ass, she sighed and my cock hardened. It was too much.

“Will you be mine?” I asked matter of factly, as though I was only pretending to ask. I had already claimed her.

“Take me now,” Valeria replied softly, blushing. I could tell there was more there, but I would find it later.

I took her hand and we ran off the beach, across the boardwalks. We did not even look back. The villas were all empty, everyone was down partying, it did not matter anyway, I had a private mansion on the water. I walked in with her and spun her around we we kissed again.

I put Valeria on the bed lifted her legs and kissed her flesh. I licked her thighs and parted the sarong. She gripped my hair and pulled me in. I peeled off her panties and her lovely soft pussy appeared, I ate her hungrily. She pushed my head in and snapped her head back in pleasure. her juices flowed fast.

I came out, and Valeria reached down and pulled me up. She put me flat on the bed and stood above me legs split. She gently removed her top and her magnificent boobs appeared. They were pale white topped with large pink areolas and two adorable nipple buds. They hung down, massive and gorgeous. She threw off her sarong, and her incredible beauty stood above me. I ran my hands up her calves and thighs, she bent down and came forward and fed me her nipples and I sucked with such passion, putting my fingers up her pussy and stroking her. She purred like a kitten. I took my time feeding on her boobs, it had been a while since I enjoyed such beauty. I kissed her belly and as I had desired I stuck my tongue in her cute belly button and licked around. Valeria shuddered in pleasure.

It was time. She helped me undress. I flipped Valeria's body seaward doggy style and the open walls of the pavilion brought in the sea breezes. Ahead was dark water. The fireworks started flashing across the waves, with so many colors and sounds. I entered her and fucked her with massive energy and as I did I felt her sucking my negativity out, healing me. This was fucking sexual healing. I grabbed her massive boobs as they swung, I caressed her back and massive ass, the soft white skin was so good to touch. I exploded with orgasm inside her and collapsed on her. I panted like I had run a marathon.

Valeria turned sweetly and brought me into her embrace, putting her boobs into my mouth, I suckled as I breathed. She wrapped her legs around me, and my cock started to harden again. But I wanted to pleasure her. I sucked on her nipples and spread her legs, and using her wet juices I stroked her clit, on and on. She moaned and after a while came with a shaking orgasm. We were spent and lay together naked.

We lay together watching the waves and fireworks, the dark ocean rolling off, blasted with light from the beach and sky.

“You have filled a hole in my life, Valeria,” I stated, I had always been direct and obvious.

She turned and looked at me, and I saw tears of joy in her eyes. It was clear I had done something similar for her. We fucked many more times and talked deeply and intimately, until dawn. I did not return to New York for a few more months, and when I did, it was with Valeria.