A cool rain pelted the tropical land with a driving force. The storm came in hard and fast leaving upward of two inches of rain within several minutes. Almost as fast as it had arrived, it was gone. Leaving steaming pavement and asphalt in the now ever increasing humidity. August and September are some of the hottest months on St. Croix. At noon on a good day it gets as high 100 degrees in the direct sun light.

The temperature was quickly climbing as I pulled away from the airport parking lot after picking up Erin. I looked down at her four inch white heels and up her short powerful legs. She was a small woman, 5'3 with an acceptable body. I would be lying if I said otherwise. She would never be a bikini model, but when she wore sexy clothes there was definitely something there to see. Besides, at age 42, she had nothing to complain about. Her red hair was shoulder length and she had the bluest Irish eyes I'd ever seen. They were captivating as was her 38 C chest stuffed on to a size 5/6 body. Complimenting all this was a keen wit and a human warmth which given sufficient time would tempt even my life hardened heart.

We sped down the East airport road with the air conditioner going full blast as we made the usual " how was your flight" small talk. Despite her casualness Erin was very excited. As I drove I watched her out of the corner of my eye. Her nipples strained the fabric of her white blouse and her hips would dance ever so often in her seat.

I stopped the car at a light and looked across at her. Erin returned my gaze, I smiled. Reaching out I touched her cheek with the back of my hand. Her eyes fluttered closed as I caressed her cheek and neck. Erin sighed deeply.

" I've been thinking about this for a long time."

" I know, " I replied.

" Now that you've come, are you ready to give in ?" I asked. Erin looked away, at that moment the light turned green and I continued on. I could feel the last vestiges of her conflict making their final valiant effort. She so much wants to give in to who she is vs what she was taught to be.

." I'm here aren't I ?"

I smiled, " That doesn't prove anything."

" Yea... what does then ?" She folded her arms across her chest. I chuckled to myself for a brief moment. I was honestly surprised that a woman 12 years my senior would fall for such an obvious ploy. " Lift your lovely legs and place our feet on the dash." I was not making a request. Erin responded and obeyed." Did you do as I asked before you got on the plane ?" Erin pulled back her skirt and at the same time opened her legs at the knees nice and wide.

" Yes, I did." Her voice was barely above a whisper, as she revealed to me her hairless pussy. I down shifted to a stop at another traffic light. Reaching over, I then caressed her inner thigh. Making my way down to her womanhood.

Erin gasped as my finger did a single gentle stroke up the center of her lips. Her eyes hooded for a split second as she exhaled. She wasn't just excited, she was running. My finger dove back in to take the full measure of her wetness.

" My god, I didn't realize how wet I am. I'm sorry I made such a mess of your hand." My answer was cut short by the impatient beep of the car behind me. Reluctantly I pulled my slick digits away from her pussy and shifted the car into gear. It was one of the few times I regretted having a standard shift.

"Erin... don't apologize about your desires. They're nothing to be ashamed about, and everything to explore. All these years you have been denying them.... today it ends." She looked at me and saw that I meant it. For the rest of the drive to her hotel I made her play with herself. For her it was a new experience, the beginnings of sexual freedom as she got herself off in broad daylight driving down A busy road way.

I sat on the edge of the bed of her hotel room relaxing with a tulip glass of a Rum Punch made with 151 proof rum. Erin stood before me dressed only in her white high heels.

"Now caress your nipples," I said.

" Reward them for being so hard." She did, I watched as Erin for the first time in her life began to let go. She had worked herself up pretty good and to be frank I was ready to fuck her silly anyway. Reaching out I pulled her close. Offering up my glass, she accepted and downed it in one gulp.

When visiting the Caribbean rule number 3, " Never.... Never, gulp Rum Punches " we don't call it punch, for nothing. Dropping to her knees Erin placed the glass on the floor. Reaching up, she began to relieve me of my pants. As she freed my 6 inch black cock she cooed with delight.

" Oh come on," I said. " It isn't that big."

She look embarrassed for a moment. " I've always wanted to suck one of these. ( She was referring to my race ) Besides, I'm glad your normal, I couldn't take it if it wasn't." With that she dove her lips down upon it and preceded to get lost in her own enjoyment.

The sounds of her loud and wild sucking filled the room in the most obscene way. After about ten minutes she began to get more intense, turning into a cock sucking beast. At first, the head of my cock would barely touch the back of her throat. But now as I looked down at that mass of red hair bobbing and gyrating she was out of control. The Rum Punch had hit.

" Easy Erin you'll hurt yourself." She was now literally impaling the back of her throat on the head of my cock. It was like she was a human pile driver and was intent on driving me into the earth. To say she was relentless, would be an understatement. This was to be one of the few times I would cum from just a blow job. Sometimes men who cum real easy from oral sex usually don't have the same staying power as those who don't. It's one of those trade offs in life.

The sensations raced thru me like an electric shock as I blasted a full load into her mouth. Erin squealed, if one can technically squeal, with a closed mouth, as I shot again. Then, much to my surprise I delivered a third and final load to her ravenous mouth which was quickly devoured.

" Mmmm ..." As she then sighed. " I never thought I'd ever enjoy that."

" Why ?" I asked as she playfully kissed her way up my body. " I've never let anyone cum in my mouth before. Your the first I've actually gone all the way with."

Her eyes were glazed with lust. As she looked up into my eyes from kissing my neck. I could feel the slick snails trail she had left on my thigh as she traveled up my body. Between that and the unbridled lust now spewing forth this conservative, republican, president of the PTA, was enough to keep me hard.

"Well then, lets keep going." I said. Erin looked down at my cock. " Oh my god it's still hard." She was honestly surprised. " I know... mount it bitch and fuck me."

Erin wasted no time in sliding one of the wettest pussy's I've ever had the pleasure to know, down onto me. With a deep grown of pleasure, she began to ride hard . Her hips lifted, fell, and gyrated. I reached up with my left hand and firmly pinched her nipple. With my right used my index finger rub her clit. Her eyes rolled back her mouth parted to let unintelligible sounds escape.

" That's it baby..", I whispered. " Let go, fuck me... take your pleasure."

" Oh...", she sucked air thru her teeth.

" Come on Erin.... Give it to me. Stop fucking me like Erin the wife, or Erin the mother... Fuck me like Erin the woman.... " Her body tensed, then began to slow. I could feel her pussy tighten.

" Who are you...?" I asked, as I pulled my finger away from her clit.

" Come on answer me... Who are you."

" Oh please.. don't make me say it." She gasped.

I flicked my finger across her clit a few times. " Say it.. I want to hear it before I make you come." My finger began its work again ." Oh god.. I'm...." She hesitated. Then the dam broke. " I want to be your slut.... I want to be fucked."

My finger shot forward and danced against her clit. At the same time I ground her nipple between my fingers. It was the push she'd need all her life. Her muscles tensed, her eyes closed, her mouth opened and her body spasm.

" Aaaahrr," a long deep throaty growl rolled forth from the depths of her soul. Her body jerked with an uncontrolled violence as her growl turn slowly into a scream. Erin's back arched liked a stretching cat as her claw like nails dug themselves deep into my pectorals, one of them breaking in the process. She was soaring, I continued to press on. My hips left the bed, as I began to fuck her. Meanwhile my finger work continued. As soon as she would come down, I would send her back. Until finally, her last orgasm was so strong she tumbled down atop of me. I stopped as Erin struggled for her breath, gasping and trembling. Then she much to my surprise she began to cry.

For a long time I just held her, letting the emotions work themselves out.

" Want to talk about it ?" I asked. She lifted her head and looked at me with her red puffy eyes.

" I never thought it would ever be like that for me. I've always been either the good daughter, then wife then mother.... I never got any pleasure for me."

She put her head back down onto my chest. " Now I know why the last 10 years has been so unsatisfying.... As woman we're taught to worry about everyone else needs first... never your own. Well, now I know what I need." I chuckled, Erin raised her head to look at me. " What's so funny." She had that how dare you laugh at me look. I smiled at her.

" Congratulations you've just learned the most basic lesson of life....

Sooner or later we must give in to the needs within.