Chapter 5
Well, here I am, having my morning coffee on the veranda of the hotel. The night passed uneventfully as far as I was concerned. I returned to the hotel quite late, leaving the gin mill with not a little reluctance, and returned here to find that neither Felicia or Barry had come back in my absence.
I don't worry about Felicia. She probably couldn't tear herself away from her young boy, that's understandable enough. They probably spent the night on the beach. You know how that thing goes. All the more power to her too! That's what Roger Littlecomb says. Catch me being possessive? No sir!
Well, as I was starting drunkenly up the long winding stairs of the hotel last night, who should come in but Barry. I heard him call to me and turned on the staircase to look down at one of the most nervous, bedraggled men it's ever been my misfortune to look upon.
Poor Barry. He just can't seem to learn how to deal with things here in the proper way, island style, that is, slow and easy, if you know what I mean. Well, anyway, I descended the stairs, tripping a little along the way, and met Barry at the banister.
"What's up, Barry?" I asked, dreading the flow of nervous, frantic words I was sure would follow.
Well, that is what happened. Barry proceeded to describe to me the events of his day in agonizing detail, telling me how he pounded his head uselessly against the unfeeling wall of bureaucratic unconcern. It took him forever to get to the part of the Minister of the Interior, which is the only part that really mattered.
Barry told me all about his interview with the Minister, what the Minister suggested, and so on and so forth. Very good, I said. The man knows what he's talking about. Have no doubt about it, Barry, my friend, listen to the man and take heed. So Barry outlines to me the plan the Minister outlined to him.
Exceptional! That's what I told him. Take the Minister's advice and do as he says. Go into the jungle with the guide and retrieve your wife. But, you're coming with me, aren't you? That's what he asked me. Well, it goes to show you how little Barry understands the particular sociological peculiarities of his partner.
Because there was no way that I was going into that part of the jungle. Of course, he and I had been assigned to do sociological research here on this island, but not in that part of the jungle. As a matter-of-fact, we had been specifically warned not to go near those eastern hills, where these separatist natives are clustered together.
Well, I don't know what Barry could have been thinking about when he asked me to accompany him on that journey. Because the answer had to be no. No doubt about it. I was not risking life and limb to go and look for foolish Lola. Well, of course I sympathized. A great deal, as it happens to be. But the fact remains that she got herself into this mess, and it was certainly not my responsibility to get her out of it. No way.
So I had to put it to Barry slowly and diplomatically. I explained to him that, number one, my own wife was temporarily missing. How did he expect me to go off tramping in the jungle looking for his wife, when I wasn't even aware where my own wife was located.
Secondly, I explained to the poor fellow that someone had to stay here and hold the fort, so to speak. I explained that I would have to let our superiors back home know that we had become delayed because of Lola's unhappy disappearance. I would also have to make the proper arrangements as far as our supplies for our sociological expedition were concerned.
It took a while, but finally Barry began to realize that there was no way in this world that he was going to persuade me to accompany him on his death-inviting trip into that man-eating part of the jungle. Gradually it dawned on him that Roger Littlecomb wasn't taking one step near those eastern hills.
But I did do my best to give the poor guy moral support, telling him that there was nothing to worry about, that I was sure that Lola was still in good shape, that everything would end up all right, and so on and so forth. What else could I say? That's what he wanted to hear, isn't it? You can bet it is.
So, here I am, drinking my coffee on the hotel veranda in lonely splendor. There's a nice breeze every once in a while, and, all in all, I've nothing to complain about. I wasn't up this morning when poor Barry took off for the jungle. He definitely didn't get much sleep last night. I feel for him.
I asked the members of the staff if the guide came for Mr. Barnsworth this morning from the Ministry of the Interior. They told me, yes, that the guide arrived at the crack of dawn, and that Mr. Barnsworth left no message for me, before setting off for the jungle.
Poor Barry. What message could he leave for me? Goodbye? Because that's what it might turn out to be as far as he and the world are concerned. Those eastern hills in the jungle have a terrible reputation. You've probably read about them in the newspapers.
So, for the time being, I've become a man of leisure. There's nothing else that can be done really. Oh, I'll notify the superiors back home that we've encountered a little delay, explain the problem, but that shouldn't take long.
I'll have to make arrangements as far as the supplies for our sociological expedition are concerned. But that's about all.
So there's really nothing else for me to do, but comb the neighborhood for the local youthful delicacies. Investigate the pleasures of the body with the young denizens of this tiny port town.
As a matter-of-fact, I noticed a new girl working at the hotel this morning. She was carrying a load of sheets and pillow cases up the stairs, as I was coming down for breakfast. Really a charmer. I nodded to her and received a smile back. So as soon as I finished this coffee I'll try a little reconnoitering.
Roger Littlecomb finished off his cup of coffee and made his way inside the hotel. It was an old-fashioned sort of hotel, replete with winding staircases, hidden alcoves, and turrets on the roof. At this late hour of the morning the hotel was practically emptied of its present supply of guests, most of them being down at the little shops in town, or relaxing on the beach.
Roger climbed the stairs, keeping an eye out for the girl he had seen this morning. He roamed up and down the halls and passageways for some time, like an animal on the prowl, but the young pretty girl of the morning was nowhere to be seen.
His reconnaisance having proved fruitless, Roger decided to return to his room. Perhaps Felicia would soon return and regale him with details of her night on the beach with her boy-lover. Heaving a soft sigh of defeat, Roger turned the knob of the door and walked into his room.
As luck would have it, the pretty girl was in the process of making up his bed. Mentally, Roger rubbed his hands in anticipatory pleasure. Approaching the girl with a grinning smile, Roger nodded his hello again and tried to start a conversation. The girl was very young and quite shy, but Roger was an experienced practitioner in drawing people, especially young girls, out of the hold of shyness and timidity.
"You're really a little beauty, did you know that?" asked Roger, leering at the young girl from across the other side of the bed.
The girl made no reply, but smiled in return, while she continued to make up his bed, billowing the sheets in the air and adjusting the wrinkles on the bed. A cool breeze blew in every once in a while from the open window, rustling the drapes and sifting through the long strands of dark hair swishing about the girl's shoulders.
Roger was hungry for sex. He hadn't had anything since the afternoon before, and it was against his principles to let too long a period evolve between his acts of physical pleasure. He longed to undress this pretty young girl and investigate the pleasures of her young body.
Moving around the room, Roger came to a stop behind the girl and softly put his hands on her shoulders. The girl turned around, beamed a smile at Roger, then turned around again and returned to her work in making up the bed. It was a pity that she took such strains, because Roger had no intention of allowing that bed to remain neat any longer than was absolutely necessary.
Bending down, Roger put his lips to the soft gloss of the girl's dark hair. Slowly he began to move his lips up and down her hair. Then he advanced to her neck, pushing the curtain of hair aside. His lips nuzzled their way from her neck to her ear.
The girl stood still while Roger blew into her ear with a heavy breath, letting the tip of his tongue graze the sensitive parts of her ear. Shivers went through the young girl's body while Roger continued his ministrations. Not encountering any opposition, Roger slowly moved his hands around her waist.
"Why don't you jump into bed with me?" Roger asked, whispering in her ear.
"Me?" the girl asked.
"Yes, you," Roger replied.
"I cannot," the girl answered.
"Why not?" Roger asked, letting his hands rotate around her slim waist.
"Because I have work to do, for one thing," the girl answered, her voice dropping to the whisper that Roger was using.
"But that's not important," Roger maintained, bending his head lower, so that his cheek grazed hers.
"But it is," the girl replied. "I could get fired, if I don't do my work."
"But who's going to miss you for a few minutes?" Roger wheedled.
The young girl made no reply, but bent her head back, so that Roger nestled her closer. Roger moved his lips up and down the soft flesh of her cheek. The girl sighed and closed her eyes. Roger started to move his hands upward.
Because she was so young, her breasts were just beginning to bud. Against the stiff starch front of her uniform, Roger could hardly appreciate the swell of her tits. He longed to rip the uniform off and expose her young body to the pleasure of his eyes.
"Don't make me sleep alone," said Roger.
"It's too early to sleep, anyway," the girl replied.
"We could relax together on the bed for just a minute," Roger said, letting his hands rove up and down the front of her body.
The girl said nothing, but kept her eyes closed, as Roger slowly took her more fully in his arms. Holding her in a firm grasp, Roger let his body fall to the bed. Holding the girl on top of him, Roger bit her ear from behind, while his hands started to fiddle with the belt at her waist.
Then Roger got impatient. He reached his hand down and started to move it up her leg. The girl moaned softly when his hand came against the material of her panties. Roger let his fingers trace back and forth over the soft material, covering her young cunt.
Then, while his prick pressed itself against the restriction of his pants, Roger slowly drew the panties downward to the girl's knees. His fingers greedily returned to the site of her young cunt. Hungrily, Roger let his fingers rove through the girl's pubic hair.
Then he let his finger start to circle the lips of her little pussy. Over and over Roger drew his finger around. Then he started to insert the tip of his finger into the young girl's cunt, going at a very slow and gentle pace. The girl closed her eyes and moaned again as Roger's finger found its way inside her.
"Oh, I really want to fuck you!" he whispered, as his finger strove deeper. "Do you want me to?"
"I don't know," the girl whispered in return, too caught up in the pleasurable thrust of his finger to think clearly.
"It would be a lot of fun," said Roger, removing his finger from her cunt.
"Oh, that felt very good," the girl quietly whispered, pushing the side of her face close to Roger's mouth.
The older man kissed her cheek, while his hands moved to her pert young ass. His fingers ran up and down the round mounds of flesh of her ass. The girl spread her legs wider, as she lay on top of him, while she succumbed to the warmth of his kisses.
Roger was dying to get inside her. He put his hands out and brought the panties off of her legs completely. Then he reached up and undid the belt around her waist. Still kissing her with a feverish passion, Roger unbuttoned the long row of buttons that marked the front of her dress.
The girl was wearing a short silken halter over her breasts. She lifted her arms up, as Roger drew the uniform off of her body. Then Roger put his hands up underneath the silken halter. His fingers roved over her tiny budding breasts with pleasure.
He started to knead her small nipples, twisting them in the tight pinching hold of his hungry fingers. While his hands massaged her breasts, the young girl spread her legs out wider. Roger looked down with a hungry glance at the sight of her small pussy wiggling at the warmth of his caresses upon her tits.
"How I want to fuck you!" whispered Roger, lifting the silken halter over her head and throwing it down to the floor.
Now the girl lay on top of him, naked in her youthful beauty. Her fingers clasped the sides of his legs, as he continued to massage her breasts. The young girl could feel the swelling warmth rise in her tits, as her nipples became hard and tight.
Meanwhile, Roger was experiencing a bit of discomfort, as his prick pressed its arching form against the restricting material of his pants. Slowly Roger rolled the girl over on the bed. She lay face down with her head against the pillows. Roger rose from the bed and started to strip.
In a moment he was naked at the foot of the bed. His bulging cock showed its power: his prick arching high and stiff in the air, his prick head swelling to a dark-purple color, while his balls rose in their hairy sac. Roger roved his eyes over the sweet cheeks of her ass in grateful contemplation.
Getting down on the bed again, Roger kneeled above the girl, his prick jutting out between his legs. Putting down his head, Roger began to suck her ass, letting his tongue run up and down the crevice between the wiggling cheeks of her tender ass. Crouching lower, Roger started to insert his tongue into her ass-hole, while he parted the cheeks of her ass with anxious hands.
"What a beautiful ass you have!" Roger whispered to the girl, lifting his head for a moment from the dark lips of her ass-hole. The girl squirmed on the bed below him, the cheeks of her ass twitching back and forth. Roger leaned down again and started to poke his tongue into her ass-hole with growing vigor.
"I love your little ass!" Roger exclaimed, rising again and spitting into the cup of his hand.
With tender movements he lubricated her squirming ass-hole. Then, sticking his tongue out, he started to probe her ass-hole again with his oral organ, pushing the tip of his tongue deeper into the warm sweet flesh of her ass. The girl tossed her arms back and forth, as Roger thrust his tongue inside her.
"Do you want me to give it to you?" Roger asked, leaning back and spitting into the cup of his hand again.
The girl half-turned around and looked at Roger's bulging tumid prick with eyes of curiosity and pleasure. Roger's nimble hand was moving up and down the swollen length of his prick, lubricating it with his spittle. He longed to get inside her and jam his prick up that sweet ass.
"You want me, don't you?" Roger asked again in a whisper, gazing at the girl with eyes of tenderness and growing passion.
The girl made no reply, but silently nodded, hardly taking her eyes away from the impressive sight of his swollen prick, bulging with dark-blue veins. His balls were as hard as rocks in their tightened sac. The girl could smell the odor of his male flesh, as she gazed at the protuberant penis.
"And I want you, you know that, don't you?" Roger asked.
The girl nodded again and turned her face back to the pillows. Squirming on the bed, she lifted her ass slightly in the air.
"What a beauty!" Roger whispered again, looking down at the appealing vision of her round young buttocks, waiting for the thrust of his feverish cock.
His prick well-lubricated, Roger slowly eased himself downward and began to push the swollen prick head against the resistance of the girl's ass-hole lips. But his ass-suck had not been in vain, for the girl's ass-hole lips opened up surprisingly easy for the entry of his hot, bulging prick.
Roger groaned at the first touch of pleasure, as his prick sunk into the honey-hole of her ass. The girl moaned with a slight cry of pain at the entry of the hot, hard prick. Going very softly and slowly, Roger began to ease his prick a little deeper, going in and then withdrawing.
The girl pushed her ass up higher to accommodate his thrusting prick. Soon his organ was making its way up her ass, pushing its hot, bulging way against the giving flesh of her ass. The girl clenched the sheets with her hands, as Roger began the steady motions of fucking, drawing his prick in and out, easing it deeper and deeper.
Probably because he had not had sex since the day before, Roger was ready to come in no time at all, though he wanted to draw the pleasure out as long as possible. His prick was a deep red color with the warmth of his boiling blood. Roger could feel the semen begin its climb inside his penis.
"Do you like it?" Roger asked the girl, who twisted now back and forth on the bed.
"Yes," she replied in a soft whisper.
"It doesn't hurt any more?" Roger asked, letting the momentum of his prick take over.
"No," the girl whispered back. "You feel so strong and hard. It feels very good. I like it."
"I'm glad," Roger said.
He started to heave it in with a growing pressure, jamming his ass back and forth and letting his prick make its lascivious journey. The cheeks of his hairy ass began to squeeze tightly together, as the semen crowded its supply in his bulging prick head. Roger knew he could not hold off much longer.
"Shall I go harder?" he asked the girl, who writhed with soft sounds of pleasure beneath him.
"Yes," she whispered in return, taking a tighter hold of the sheets in her clenched hands.
Roger threw his ass back and started to buck it into her, letting his prick head nose its way against the soft yielding flesh of her squirming ass. Then he began to moan as the seed started to spurt out of him. The girl threw her ass up higher as Roger started to fill the air with groaning, animal sounds.
His semen shot out of his prick in thick bursts. The thick rich cream shot forth up her ass in shuddering bursts. Roger threw himself forward again and again, as the semen spilled in her squirming ass. Leaning back, Roger heaved his prick all the way in, as the slit in his swollen prick head opened wide for the issuing juice.
Roger groaned loudly and shuddered uncontrollably. The last of his burning seed poured out and he dropped his head upon his chest and closed his eyes with the resulting release. Heaving a sigh, he let his body fall close to that of the recumbent girl. Putting his lips to the soft flesh of her shoulders, Roger felt his penis slowly grow flaccid in the comforting hold of her ass.
At this moment the Minister of the Interior stood in his palatial office in a thoughtful pose. He had just received word that news of the kidnapping of Mrs. Barnsworth had hit the headlines, and that a bevy of newspaper reporters were headed for the island to dig out details of the story.
The Minister had not achieved his high position in the government hierarchy by family privilege. He had climbed the ladder of success the hard way. And once there, he had no intention of being toppled from his place. It was necessary to keep on the alert in order to maintain one's position.
The island structure of government was much like any other. Men worked against each other to advance their respective positions. One man's downfall was the source of another man's rise in position. In his rise to the top the Minister of the Interior had acquired not a few enemies, who, he knew, would be only too happy to take their revenge, should the opportunity present itself. It was his job to see that no such opportunity would occur.
The Minister was well aware that the kidnapping of Mrs. Barnsworth could result in embarrassing international complications. The government of the island was, of course, a small one, and had to weave its way with care in dealing with more powerful nations, such as the one from which Mrs. Barnsworth hailed.
The Minister made plans to deal with the situation at hand, so that unhappy reverberations would not make themselves felt in connection with this unpleasant incident. The Minister was a little concerned now that he had not supplied the distraught Mr. Barnsworth with a larger entourage in his journey into the depths of the jungle.
Not that the guide was not capable, but then again, not that he was. The Minister hoped that the damn guide would do his work well and return the kidnapped lady unharmed and in short order. The Minister did not especially look forward to this approaching army of journalists.
He had had to deal with them in the past in connection with similar incidents. And he was well aware that these newspapermen could present a great deal of trouble, if they had a mind to, which was, in a way, their business. The Minister knew that one had to proceed with delicacy and tact.
He decided that the wisest thing to do would be to confer with Mrs. Barnsworth's consul. As a representative of her government, he could do a great deal in easing a potentially nasty situation. The Minister strode to his desk and reached for the phone.
In short order the Minister made contact with the consul and received his assurance that mutual aid in the arising problem was the proper thing. Dropping his fingers against the ledge of the window, the Minister stared out at the dusty streets of the tiny port town below.
The group of journalists was scheduled to land at the island's tiny airport strip later on that afternoon. Staring dreamily out the window, the Minister began to formulate his plan of action, wanting to be well prepared when the journalists began their customary attack.
Back at the hotel, Roger leaned over on his side and let his hand run up and down the soft flesh of the young girl's back. His eyes moved pleasurably to the vision of the two round mounds of her ass. She lay next to him in comfort, one arm around his shoulder.
Leaning over toward her, Roger moved his lips up and down her face. The girl smiled at his caresses. Roger could feel his penis begin to rise. He nudged it against the crevice of her ass. The sodden prick head began to swell at the touch of her soft flesh.
The young girl yawned and moved her hand up and down the back of Roger's neck. He took his prick in his hand and eased it along the crevice of her ass. With his other hand he fondled her cunt, letting his fingers rub against the lips of her pussy.
"Do you want me to come in you again?" Roger asked the girl, wagging his prick against her ass.
"I have forgotten that I must work," the girl replied, her eyes growing wide.
She quickly jumped up from the bed and began to dress. Roger watched the beautiful features of her young body disappear beneath the cover of her clothes. His prick began to sag, dropping down between his legs, disappointed at the failed prospect of another fuck.
"You will see me again?" Roger asked the girl.
"Yes," she whispered, adjusting her uniform and taking a quick look at herself in the mirror.
Flashing a tender smile at the naked man on the bed, the young girl turned and made her quiet exit out of the room. Roger leaned back on the bed and closed his eyes, a contented expression on his face.