Free Tropical Heat Lust in St. Lucia by Mara Stone

 
     
    One of the perks of marrying Jerry Sanders was the all-expenses paid vacations that he surprised Suzi e with whenever she was bored. Most of the time Jerry was too busy to take these trips with her , but she didn't mind.  A little time apart kept their marriage fresh , and Jerry was a firm believer that "travel broadened the mind . ” This weekend Suzie would travel to St. Lucia for a few days. She had done some research online and he couldn't have chosen a more beautiful location for some sun and spa-time.
    "Where's my sweet angel?" a voice called from downstairs. 
    Jerry was home and Suzie had planned to thank him in an extra special way for her little weekend getaway. She quickly threw a black silk robe on, hiding her lingerie. She quickly strapped a pair of black stilettos on her feet and made her way to the flight of stairs, stopping at the top. 
    Suzie was an attractive young woman in her late twenties; a classic blonde with a stunning figure that made her pure eye candy for most of the men that she met in Bossier City , Louisiana . She knew people assumed she had only married Jerry, who was 23 years older, for his money, and endured their narrow glances and snide comments with grace and a sm ile. She could have any man she wanted , but she chose to be with Jerry Sanders, an entrepreneur who specialized in computer har dware and software maintenance. His clientele included several multinational corporations and he had built up a very successful business from nothing. Jerry was the only man that she had ever loved and the only man that she had ever slept with.
    "I can't wait to see what trea sures you're hiding under there." He smiled, and, placing his briefcase on a side table, h e began moving up the stairs towards her.
    Suzie met him halfway. "Follow me Mr. Sanders.” With a wicked little smile on her face , she took hold of the tip of his tie and guided him upstairs with her.
    She had prepared what she needed in the bedroom prior to his return. A bottle of champagne sat on ice , and soft music played on the stereo. Suzie led Jerry to the edge of their bed and sat him down. She leaned in and kissed him deeply before pulling away as he reached up to take her in his arms.
    "Uh , uh, not yet , " she said, moving over to the champagne and pouring him a glass. " I want you to watch me dance,” Jerry's looked around the room, and for the first time , he noticed the pole that she had erected in one corner.
    "Hey, when did we get that?”
    "I've had it in one of the spare bedro oms for a couple of months now,” Suzie said, "and I've been taking private lessons with one of the instructors from the gym. N ow you just sit back and enjoy.”
    Suzie reached for the remote and clicked the stereo over to the musi c she had chosen to use, turned up the volume and began to sway her hips. The sexy tones of Donna Summer flowed from the speakers as Jerry moved up the bed and leaned against the headboard, sipping casually at his glass.
    "Take your time darling.” He raised his drink to her. "I'm all yours.”
    Suzie smiled back. S tanding just in fro nt of him, she watched him following her movements. Slowly she moved her hand to the tie on her robe, pulled on it and freed the knot. She raised the hem a little with her fingers, just above the line of her suspender stocking and looked up at Jerry, to make sure that he wa s following her every move. He was.
    "I bet you would love to see what's under here , wouldn’t you, Mr . Sanders?" He nodded and she turned away from him and slipped her silky robe off her shoulders and onto the ground. She had taken care choosing her outfit and knew that she looked amazing. Her black lace corset with matching briefs was sheer and sexy; from behind she knew that he would be able to see the curve of her derriere, framed nicely by the suspenders and stockings.
    She leaned over and ran her hands up the length of her stocking-clad legs before moving towards the pole, and swinging loosely