Pleasure In Paradise pt. 1 [F28/M30s] [teasing] [cnm] [blowjob]

( I have written many of these stories for my wife, so they are always in a strange simi-second hand perspective, with her as the main character and me the narrator. If this style of writing isn’t too jarring to read let me know and I will post more. There is also some formatting issues especially with the bolded text messages . I usually use different colors to indicate who is talking that wasn’t pulled over. )

As the sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the sandy shores of Hawaii the cast and crew of your latest reality dating show, “ Pleasure In Paradise” begin to wrap up their work for the day. The set, nestled between swaying palm trees and sparkling blue waters, hums with activity as equipment is packed away and the day’s footage is reviewed.

It’s the same scene every day: impossibly attractive singles parading around in scanty swimsuits, steamy confessionals and forbidden hook-ups under the tropical moonlight. The show is designed to push boundaries—temptation at every corner, endless sexual tension manufactured for ratings, but no one needs to fake it; the contestants’ desire for each other is obvious, raw, and constant.

You’ve spent days surrounded by it—the lingering looks, muscular bodies, the teasing games by the pool. Watching them flirt, touch, and flaunt themselves, even for the cameras, has stirred something inside you. It’s impossible not to feel it—the heat, the tension, the pulse between your legs growing stronger by the hour.

Now, as the day’s work winds down, you can’t help but feel worked up yourself. You’ve been good, keeping it professional, but the craving for release has been simmering just beneath the surface.

Needing a cold drink—and maybe something to take the edge off you decide to head back to the hotel bar where you’re staying.

As you enter the dimly lit bar, a soft hum of conversation greets you. The atmosphere is warm and inviting, the scent of exotic flowers and ocean breezes wafting through the open windows. Taking a seat at the short side of the bar you browse the menu briefly before ordering a spicy margarita.

Across the bar, you notice two men from production chatting at a table near the open-air windows. One, is a tall and muscular guy with a deep, hearty laugh that you can hear from across the room. He has short-cropped, dark hair and a mischievous glint in his eyes. The other man you have briefly met. Jake, is of average height and build, with curly, sandy blond hair and a captivating smile. They seem to be engaged in a spirited debate about something, but you can't quite make out the details.

Your body still buzzes with leftover tension from set—the slow-motion shots of tanned skin, the “accidental” brushes of bodies in the water, the heat of watching all that flirtation unfold. It’s left you needy, restless, and eager for a little flirtation of your own.

You pull out your phone, sipping your drink as you text me:

“We just wrapped for the day. I’m getting a drink at the bar. How’s everything at home?”

Setting down your phone , you glance back at the men but quickly return your attention to the screen as it buzzes with my reply.

“All good here… about to get in the shower. How was your day?”

You replay the scenes from the day in your head. Recalling a particularly spicy love triangle between a woman and two of the men on the show.

“ It was good.” It’s so pretty here and it’s really cool to be on set for a change”

“ yeah I bet”

“that sounds awesome”

You stare at the screen for a moment, chewing your lip, slightly embarrassed by what you want to say but lingering ache between your thighs makes the decision for you.

“Being around all these beautiful people flirting all day definitely rubs off on you.

You hit send glancing nervously around the bar and back at the two men chatting nearby.

“Oh yeah?

How?”.

Your pulse quickens, your thighs pressing together under the barstool as the memories from set replay again like a montage—the slow kisses, whispered confessions, those teasing touches.

“Just watching them”

“all the tension gets me excited. “

There’s a longer pause this time. Your drink sweats on the bar beside you, condensation trailing down the glass as you stare at the screen, waiting for a reply.

“I like that.”

“ Want to play later?”

“you’re naughty when you drink 😈**”**

You smile to yourself and you begin to respond when you notice Jake beside you.

“Did I catch you in the middle of something?”he asks and gestures to the empty seat beside you.

“ no” you say flipping your phone down as He slides onto the stool next to you, his smile growing even brighter.

“I saw you from across the bar and couldn’t let you sit alone,” he says, his voice friendly and genuine as he settles onto the stool beside you. “How are you holding up after such a long couple days?” “You’re a rockstar, huh?”

You smile, appreciating the compliment. “I’m good.” You say “but I’ll definitely be having a few of these” you say lifting your glass “ how about you?”

“Yes ma’am” he says lifting his glass. You clink yours against his and set it back on the table.

“ can’t complain about this place though right?” “The beach, the drinks, half-naked people everywhere.” Sometimes I forget im here for work and not pleasure.

“Yeah that’s definitely easy to do in a place like this, watching people like that” you say.

“Yeah , and it definitely rubs off on everyone on set after a while the talent the staff. I’ve worked a few of these type shows and Some of the crew hookups you hear about are crazier than the ones on the show. “

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh yeah? Like what?” You ask playfully.

He chuckles, swirling his drink. “Let’s just say I’ve heard some stories… Long days, paradise, all that sexual tension floating around—people get bold.”

You smile and wonder if he can see your slight blush , as you feel a little heat creep up your neck. The atmosphere has been charged lately it’s impossible to ignore—the way the contestants eye each other, the whispered hookups off-camera, the brazen flirting happening just out of frame. It’s not surprising if the crew’s caught up in it too.

Jake’s questions drift more personal, his smile lingering longer, his touches more casual but deliberate—a hand brushing your arm, his knee gently bumping yours beneath the bar.

“You get naughty when you drink…” you think to yourself remembering the text I sent earlier. You pick up your phone and thumb over the new unread message

“I just got out of the shower. Still want to play ?”

Your cheeks flush as you reread the message, pulse quickening at the thought. You quickly type back, glancing at Jake to make sure he hasn’t noticed .

“Sure, I’m still at the bar though .”

You reply and flip your phone face down again trying to focus as Jake begins telling one hookup stories he heard on a previous set. The story only fuels the little fire between your legs and your mind keeps circling back to that text. “ you’re naughty when you drink.”

As his story winds down, he leans in closer, voice. “Alright, your turn. After everything we’ve seen on set—all the balcony sneak-offs, shower confessions, beach hookups… what’s the wildest thing you’ve ever done somewhere like this?”

You blush, thinking back on your past experiences, Images flood through your imagination, on the beach, in front of the window, on the balcony. Then you begin to tell the kayak story. How we rowed to a secluded beach in the middle of the day and hooked up as boats passed on the horizon.

Jake's eyes widen in surprise, clearly impressed by your adventurous spirit. "That’s a good one ," he says, his voice low and sultry. “ we’ll have to add that one to the list ."

“We have a list now?” You ask questioningly.

“ haha I just meant the list of stories I’ve heard”… “but sure. we can have a list.”

you laugh at his bold suggestion as his hand falls from the bar to rest on your exposed knee, the feeling sends shivers up your spine. The flirtatious energy that has been building the last two days finally solidifying into a touch

“ what did you have in mind ” he says your knee still resting in his palm, his fingers brushing slightly along the side of your leg. The sensation sends a thrill of excitement through you, and you find yourself caught up in the moment. You laugh, trying to play it cool. You are both flattered and a little flustered by his forwardness.

"What did I have in mind?!?” You say playfully

“You’re the one that brought up a list not me.”

Despite the exhilaration you feel in response to his touch, the text still lingers in the back of your mind, and a small guilt begins to creep in, you know you should take a step back. But you enjoy the attention and feel pinned to the chair by his hand .

His fingers begin to inch up your leg as you continue to talk, both of you trying not to acknowledge what is happening beneath the table. Soon he reaches the hem of your short dress. you are frozen with anticipation desperately wanting and not wanting this to stop but they continue up your leg. the conversation becomes slow and disjointed as both of you focus on the hidden game below the table.

Just as the tips of his fingers reach the edge of your panties. your phone begins to buzz on the bar. You turn it over and see that it is me calling.

“ one second” you say and slide from your barstool

“it’s my husband, I’ll be right back”

Jake leans back, easygoing. “Take your time.”

You walk through the large doors and begin to answer the call but the ringing stops then a message appears.

“Just making sure you’re okay.”

“Still at the bar? “

“Yeah sorry, I’m fine”

“just sitting at the bar with a guy from production”

you say and send with a mixture of guilt and relief.

“ ohh, your on a date huh. How is it going?”

You read and smile at my openness.

“ pretty good actually lol ”

you say feeling a bit safer now. Then continue to type

“ he has kind of been flirting with me and he just put his hand on my knee.”

You stare at the typed message and debate deleting but hit send. You stare at the screen nervously waiting for a response. Then you start to type again.

“Right when you called he was trying to slide his hand under my dress. “

“I was going to stop him but I froze. “

You watch the bubbles again waiting for my response.

“Stop him?!? I thought you said you wanted to play tonight?

“ Take off your panties and go back to the bar like a good girl.”

“Have fun 😘**”**

Trouble.

Im not the one getting felt up at a bar.

You bite your lip as you read the message. Then walk back through the door with butterfly’s in your stomach.

Walking back you grab your bag hanging from the seat back.

“ I’m sorry if. “ Jake begins but you interrupt him.

“don’t be sorry, I’ll be right back and we can figure out that list” you say with a devious smile and walk to the bathroom.

Inside, you quickly touch up your makeup, slip off your panties and place them in your bag. You take out your phone and gathering up the front of your dress snap a picture in the mirror of your exposed body. You send the picture with the caption

“like this?”

And wait for the reply.

“Mhm, perfect. ”

You place the phone back in your bag and walk from the bathroom.

As you return to the bar, your heart races with nervous excitement. You can't believe what you're doing, but the mix of the forbidden encounter with confidence of my approval carries you back to your seat at the bar.

You pull your chair a bit closer and sit back down next to him, his smile brightens as he notices your return.

"Welcome back," he says, his voice filled with curiosity and intrigue. "Everything okay with your husband."

“Well … ” you say looking around and leaning a bit closer. “ I told him you were flirting with me and that you had started to put your hand under my dress.

“And what did he say?"

You pause for a moment, gathering your courage before responding.

"He told me to take off my panties and come back to the bar," you admit, your cheeks flushing even more. "He wanted me to play along ."

A mischievous grin spreads across his face as he takes in this new information.

"Really? “ he says, clearly intrigued by the unexpected turn of events.

His hand finds its way back to your knee as you speak . This time as his fingers slowly slide up tour leg you open them ever so slightly as they slip under the hem of your dress once again . With every subtle touch, your heart races faster, and you find yourself completely caught in the moment.

His fingers continue to explore, inching further under your dress against the soft skin of your inner thigh. You shudder with the sensation but open your legs a bit and wider and shift closer to him.

“So I went to the restroom, took them off and sent him a photo in the mirror.” You say.

Jake's fingers slowly and deliberately make their way further up your thigh, stopping just short of where your panties would have been. You feel a shiver of anticipation run through you, the thrill of the situation intensifying with each passing moment. He caresses the soft skin that should be covered.

“ can I see it?” he says

You pick up your phone and he leans closer as you open your photos and tap the picture just as his fingers finally reach your lips.

“fuck” he says softly as he begins to rub, spreading your wetness across and over your clit. You want to moan with pleasure but you hold it. Setting the phone down on the counter and picking up your sweating glass.

As the pleasure mounts, your phone suddenly buzzes on the bar counter, momentarily startling both you both. His hand freezes momentarily and he glances at the phone with a mixture of curiosity and concern. You take a deep breath, trying to regain your composure, and pick up the phone.

“How’s tour date? “

You pick up the phone, a welcome excuse to do anything with your hands, your fingers trembling slightly as you type.

“ he is teasing me under the bar right now.”

you write, your heart pounding in your chest.

"I’m so nervous but so wet. “

You hit send, holding your breath as you await my response. In the meantime, Jake's fingers resume their delicate dance, reigniting the pleasure that had been momentarily interrupted. Slowly he slides his finger inside you and massages your Clit with his thumb. You reach down and grab his forearm pressing back against his fingers and rocking imperceptibly back and forth.

Your phone buzzes again and you look to the screen.

I want you to save your cum for me tonight.

Let it build but don’t cum for him. Not yet.

As you read the message, a mix of relief and excitement washes over you as Jake's fingers continue their teasing, heightening your arousal.

He notices the change in your expression and the intensity in your gaze.

"What did he say?" he asks, his voice thick with curiosity.

You turn the screen and show him the message. He reads his expression a blend of surprise and excitement. He nods, understanding the rules of the game.

"Well, then," he says, a devilish grin spreading across his face “ should we get out of here?”

“Yeah” you say the anticipation building inside you. Standing, you finish your drink and walk together from the bar into the cool night air. You walk silently beside one another , the tension bubbling between you until you reach a door labeled “ stairs” on the side of the hotel.

You swipe your keycard and you find yourselves in a dimly lit stairwell,the low light and secluded atmosphere intensifying the sense of excitement and urgency.

Leading the way, you ascend the stairs, feeling his presence close behind you. You can feel the tension between you growing as you climb until you reach a landing between floors, he reaches out and grabs your wrist before you can begin the next set of stairs. you turn to face him and he closes the distance between you pressing you back against the wall, his body warm and strong against yours.

As he leans in your lips hover inches From his, sharing heavy, rushed breaths . his hands begin to roam your body, fueling the fire within you. You respond eagerly, your fingers grasping at his shirt, pulling him closer.

Reaching down you unbuckle his belt and plunge your hand into his pants quickly finding and stroking his shaft . He reaches back beneath your dress, he fabric draped on either side of his forearm as he gropes and rubs your wetness.

You pull his cock from his waistband admiring its weight and size in your hand momentary before dropping down and taking the tip into your mouth. Eagerly you stroke him while you bob back and forth on his cock, your free hand slipping below your dress and rubbing desperately at your swollen Clit. Slowly you push yourself deeper and deeper, your spit covering his shaft and making it slide more easily into your dirty mouth.

You hear his soft moans grow louder as you take more and more of him into your throat, holding him there for seconds at a time while you pleasure yourself then slide free and gasp lightly for air. You look into his eyes, wild with Desire, open your mouth and stick out your tongue the way I tell you to when I want you to cum.

As your tongue slips from your mouth your pussy throbs with anticipation.

“ don’t cum ” you think, unsure if you can resist.

The image of your outstretched tongue ignites something within him and he pulls you up by your shoulders and spins you around, placing one hand on your back, he bends you forward over the guard rail and pulls your dress up to lay draped across your back .

For a moment there is nothing as you wait and stare down the spiraling stairwell while he stares at your bared ass, then the tip of his cock, teasing, Slides up and down once, then fills your wet waiting hole. You gasp as he presses into you.

Reaching around he begins to play with your clit as he pumps deep inside you. The combination of sensations and the exposed location make you want yo scream and holding the scream makes you want to cum. “Im going to cum” you think, resisting the climax but beginning to leak down the inside of tour leg. He continues and you struggle, but just as you begin to loose control an echo of the door latch below explodes up the stairwell and you both freeze, then rush to gather yourselves as voices and footsteps rise from below.

Giggling and slightly breathless, you exit the stairwell and make your way to the elevator. you step inside, your heart still pounding from the close call and press your floor number. He stands slightly behind you, his hand running down the small of your back and over your ass. The doors close and you reach back and you rub the bulge in his pants.

Soon the elevator reaches your floor, and you quickly make your way to your room, looking though your wallet for your keycard as you approach.

Opening the door and Stepping inside, You turn and face him. He closers the door behind him and steps into the room to meet you. Avoiding any small talk you quickly grab and begin to undo his belt. In response his hands caress your hips. You pull at the button and zipper and slide your hand into his waistband finding him stiff and ready.

You pull his cock from his boxers his pants falling to the floor. You him under handed stepping closer and beginning to massage his balls with your free hand.

He reaches out grabbing the bottom of your dress. “ let me see ” he says gathering your dress until it reveals your pussy. “So pretty” he says staring down to your smooth ivory mound.

He steps forward, pressing your back against the closed bathroom door the same way he had in the stairwell.

You stand on your tip toes pinned against the door stroking him until the tip of his cock presses against your clit. With each stroke your hand taps your excited pussy sending waves of pleasure rippling down your legs. you hold and press harder against him trying to dull and control the sensation still desperately trying not to cum. Slowly you begin to rub the tip of his cock over your Clit, Unable to stop yourself, rocking your hips and grinding yourself against him. He smiles as he notices you breaking, loosing control and giving in.

“I need him to cum” you think and imagine him pulsing his cum over your clit, shivering with pleasure at the vision .

You begin to drop to your knees, knowing you can’t resist your building orgasm but as you do he holds you in place and reaches between your legs. You squirm as he begins to rub you.

“ I’m not supposed to cum” you whimper quietly.

“Do you want me to stop” he asks

“No” you whisper desperately as you hump lightly at his hand.

“Good” he says reaching up with his free hand and sliding the straps of your dress and bra from your shoulders then pulling them down exposing your breasts.

You put your hands back against the door giving in to his touch. He rubs faster at your clit as he gropes your breasts and within seconds you feel yourself tipping then crashing over the edge.

Your knees begin to buckle as waves of orgasm pulse through you. Your hands search for something to steady your shaking legs. You grasp the door handle and It swings gently open, the momentum carrying you both into the small bathroom.

You brace yourself against the counter. Trying to recover from the intense, overwhelming pleasure as he steps behind you, lifts your dress and sinks himself into you. This new sensation of him filling you is a welcome change to the relentless fingers at your clit and you begin to moan as he thrusts into you.

Soon his slow, rhythmic pounding becomes hypnotic, Your muscles relaxing and any willingness to resist melting away , as long as he keeps this rhythm, you are his, to us any way he pleases. He lifts your knee onto the counter and continues, Your moans becoming low and breathy as a deep, heavy pleasure begins to build within you.

Reaching around, he fondles your breasts before gathering your hair and grasping it in his fist . Slowly he pulls back your head, lifting your chin from the counter to stare into the mirror and sinking you deeper into the trance.

Your low moans become little grunts with each thrust. And the aching pleasure growing within you is nearly all consuming. In the mirror you watch as he lifts his free hand to his lips, gathering spit, and the anticipation alone sends shivers down your spine as he reaches back down to your needy little clit and rubs his flattened fingers quickly back and forth.

You meet his eyes in the mirror. “Show me your tongue” he says, You obey and

in seconds You begin to leak,then squirt with each thrust, his cock pumping it out of you Like some slutty little fountain, until you push his cock from you in one final pulse.

You slide from the counter to your knees your pussy still clinching uncontrollably as wave after wave of tingles ripple through your body.

He stands over your shoulder stroking himself , Your hair still balled into his fist. he leans you backward slightly to look down your body. You turn your head and try to take him into your mouth but he holds you still, not letting you turn far enough to take more than the tip of his cock. You suck it eagerly then purse your lips, letting him rub his shaft back and forth across your wet mouth and face.

He strokes faster and you feel the hand in your hair tighten as he nears his climax. You flick your tongue along the bottom of his shaft and try to take him into your mouth once more when he begins to cum, spurting across your lips and chin before shooting rope after rope across your outstretched neck, chest and tits.

He slows his stroking and you take the tip of his cock back into your mouth collecting the last drops of his throbbing orgasm on your tongue. He releases his grip as You open your mouth, extending your tongue and letting the mix of cum and spit slide between your breasts, down your stomach and onto your .

“Fuck that’s hot. ” he says and steps back slightly, grabbing a small white towel from the shower and offering it to you on the floor. You take it to wipe yourself clean, but stop and set it on the floor next to you.

“ grab my bag on your way out.”

“ I’m going to be in trouble because of you” you say playfully.

“ you told me not to stop”

“ I told you I didn’t want you to stop” you say as he walks to the door, pulls on his pants and grabs your bag.

“That was Amazing .” He says, placing the bag on the tile beside you.

“ I hope I didn’t get you in too much trouble” “Maybe we could do it again if you’re not grounded ” he says teasingly.

“ That was very good”

“ I’ll do what I can not to get grounded.” You say, pulling the phone from your bag.

“ You look so fucking hot right now, he says staring down at you from the doorway.”

“ I’m a mess” you say looking down at the thick white lines streaked across your chest. “

“ A fucking hot mess “ he says, a new spark of desire igniting in his eyes as he takes in the scene.

“ Get out of here so before you get me in more trouble” you say mischievously

“We wouldn’t want that” he says taking one last look and walking out the door. “good luck , see you on set ”

You hear the click of the door and open your messages.

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“ he just left”

You type, then raise your phone up and out, snapping a picture down your painted body, unsure if it is meant for me or your own secret trophy. Lowering the phone you look at the image. Your hair is disheveled from his grip, a few strands stuck to your wet, shining cheek where he rubbed his wet cock against your face.

Cum drips from the corner of your lips and hangs from your chin. Thick white lines run across your collar bone onto your breasts. And a glistening line of spit runs between your breasts across your stomach and drips from your swollen pink pussy to the tile. The photo is raw, lewd, and filthy, but as you stare at the screen you are filled with a perverse confidence. Jake was right, you are

“A fucking hot mess”

“Well? How was it 😈**”**

Your heart races as you decide how to respond. What to tell, and what to leave out.”

“It was really good.”

“A little too good…”

You send and watch the little bubbles as I type.

I knew you would cum the second I told you not too.”

“Are you upset “

“No, I’m excited, now you owe me one.”

“…Two”

You type and attach the photo, studying it once more before sending.

“Oh my god that’s so fucking hot”

“He really used you up didn’t he. “

“You might owe me more than two”

“I think I might”

“What a bad girl…I’d spank your ass if I were there”

“Do you want me to spank my ass for you”

“I’d rather you play with it. “

“I can do both”

“Good girl”

“Show me”

You reach into your bag and grab your hair brush, setting it on the floor beside you then p& A we lacing your phone against the wall in front of you.

Still on your knees you begin your tease. You don’t expect to cum again, so you decide to put on the best show you can to thank me for allowing you have this adventure and to “make up” for breaking the rules.

You push the cum from your chin,cheek and corner of your lips into your mouth and suck your fingers clean, then stick out your tongue just as you had before, letting the spit run between your breasts and across your body to your waiting freshly used pussy. As it reaches your clit you catch it with your finger tips and begin to rub yourself. With your free hand you play with your breasts, caressing them with your slick, sticky fingers.

You begin to gather his cum onto your finger tips, scraping up each line until your chest is clean and your fingers coated with his cum. You turn around and drop your chest to the floor, arching your back and sticking your ass high into the air. You wiggle it side to side before bringing your glazed fingers to your tight little hole, circling them in tandem with those at your clit. Your cheek is pressed to the ground and you look back into the camera and watch, your own depravity turning you on and pushing you further.

You begin to sink your slick fingers in and out of your ass, putting on a show for the camera but finding yourself enjoying the roll you are playing. You plunge them deeper, lubed with his cum and hold them there as you pick up the hair brush .You lift it behind you and smack your ass with the flat back of the hard plastic brush. Once,twice,three times against your soft white flesh. It stings and you clinch against the fingers inside you then smack three more times, slightly harder and rub the cool plastic in little circles against your burning skin.

You look back into the phone and watch your cheek turning a light pink as you bring the brush back between your legs, holding it by the head and slipping the handle in and out of your pussy. You remember his slow deliberate thrusts and mimic them as close as you can.

Slowly your fingers join the rhythm sinking deeper into your ass each time the brush is pulled from your pussy, and out each time it is plunged back in. You watch yourself filling your holes in the small screen and imagine being shared by our two cocks.

You remove the brush and lift it behind you once again, smacking your left, unmarked ivory cheek until it too is pink and warm.

You pass the brush between hands and begin to rub your clit as you slowly sink the handle into your ass. Your fingers rub more quickly and your mouth hangs open as you begin to work it deeper inside you. It is not immediately pleasurable like the fingers at your clit, but it is intense and consuming.

You have been putting on a show, teasing the camera but this is not an act, It is a struggle, some obscene meditation in letting go.

You feel your resistance begin to fade as you continue. You relax a little more with every stroke, slowly honing in on the hidden pleasure until finally you find it and it begins to consume you.

Quickly it builds, demanding all of your attention, your thoughts melting away as you drone on. Soon your jaw slacks, your eyes fluttering then rolling back, a long breathy moan escaping from deep in your throat as you begin to cum. you trickle down your fingers and legs as you pull the handle from your naughty pulsing hole. You melt to the floor, squirming and humping gently at the ground uncontrollably as the overwhelming sensation subsides, before turning back grabbing the phone from the wall and blowing one last kiss before ending the video .

You send the message and start the shower, stepping in as you wait for me to watch and respond.

Oh my god.

This is the hottest thing I have ever seen.

I can’t stop watching it.

I’m glad you like it.

I liked making it.

You say and begin to get ready for bed and begin your next day of pleasure in paradise.