Worship Me Part 28
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Chapter 98

Several weeks had past since Simon and Judy's party and the weather in Los
Angeles was turning cooler. I must say, I was getting a bit restless. John had
no meetings planned, his business was flourishing and Roger and I had fallen
into a routine of mind-blowing sex in the evenings. 'OK,' I thought, 'the mind
blowing sex was not making me restless. That was probably the only thing
keeping me from going crazy from boredom.'

Gwen called me in the office and told me that Simon Kraemer had asked John if
he could spare me for a week or ten days for a 'special assignment'. Gwen
said, "John wanted me to run this by you before he committed you to the
Kremer's." "Sure," I said, not even knowing what the 'assignment' was, "if it
helps out the Kraemer's and John's OK with it, count me in."

Gwen smiled and said, "I knew you'd say that. The assignment is to accompany
Mrs. Kraemer to Barbados and protect her. Act as her bodyguard, if you will.
Do you think you can handle that," and Gwen laughed out loud. "Hell yes" I
said. "Fine, I'll let the Kraemer's know," Gwen said, "I'll get the details."

The day came to leave and the Kraemer's sent a car to pick me up. We went to
the Kraemer's and picked up Judy. Once the bags were stowed in the trunk, she
handed me my emerald green dress. It was on a hanger in clear plastic. "I had
your dress cleaned. They managed to get the blood out of it, so it's good as
new," she said. "Thanks," I said, "I'll take it with me, but I probably have
enough clothes." "Same here," she said, "I always over pack."

We arrived at a gate to the airport I had never been to before and the driver
swiped a key card on a pad. The gate rolled open and we drove through. A short
time later we pulled to a stop by a Gulf Stream IV and the driver opened our
door. "A private plane," I asked Judy. "Yes," she said, "I thought you knew,
I'm sorry, I'll try to keep you more informed." She said that not as a slight,
but out of concern. 'Besides,' I thought, 'I'm here not on holiday, but to
protect her.'

Bags were transferred and we entered the beautiful cherry wood cabin. The rich
wood and upholstered seats had a homey feel to it. "I designed this myself,"
Judy said, "do you like it?" "It's beautiful," I said, and took my seat. A
cabin attendant, a gorgeous brunette, appeared with a glass of champagne. Judy
and I toasted to a great vacation.

Chapter 99

We landed in Bridgetown and a car picked us up. We were staying at a private
villa in St. Peter near Gibbs Beach, a fantastic white sand beach. The villa
was unbelievable, sitting at the end of a long gate guarded drive; it boasted
lots of marble, tile and mahogany. Its open air design had that tropical feel
to it.

As we entered we met the butler, Reginald; maid, Martha; and chef. There were
drinks waiting on a table in the entryway and we were shown through the house
to the pool area. The villa itself had 5 bedrooms and 6 baths with access to
the beach through a covered walkway. I was blown away.

Judy and I each had our own master suite on the second floor where we could
see the beach and sailboats glide by. We showered and changed and went down to
dinner. The chef, Robert, was marvelous. We had fresh local fish and dry white
wine.

After dinner, Judy and I had a final glass of wine in a gazebo near the gate
to the beach. We saw an occasional couple stroll by, hand in hand or with one
arm around the other, and I asked her, "How long have you and Simon been
married?" "We've been married 6-years now, but together for 8," Judy said.
"What about you and John," she asked. "John and his assistant, Gwen, are the
couple," I replied, "I have a man, Roger, but we haven't discussed marriage
yet." We made small talk but I was getting tired. We said our good nights and
headed off to bed.

The next day, Judy had arranged for a car. The driver, Henry, arrived and off
we went. He was a good driver, historian and story teller. He said that there
were 365 beaches in Barbados, one for everyday of the year, and I believed
him. We passed so many. Finally we came to one, the sign proclaiming, 'Miami
Beach.' We stopped and Henry set up towels, an ice chest, shade umbrella and
back rests.

Judy and I wasted no time taking our cover ups off and getting the warm
Caribbean sun on our bodies. Judy had on a high-waist thong in lime green
while I wore a black Spandex thong that barely covered me. We pretty much had
the beach to ourselves and Henry had taken the car to get gas and to generally
give us some alone time.

"Do you think they'd mind if I took my top off," I asked Judy. "We're pretty
much the only ones on the beach," she said, "Go ahead." I did and rubbed
lotion onto my front. I looked over and Judy also had removed her top. "You
better put some of this lotion on, Judy, those white patches on your boobs
will burn," I said. "Would you do it, Jane," she said, "I've got sand on my
hands." I gently massaged the sunscreen into her tits, taking my time and
gently teasing her nipples. They soon responded and even though it was warm,
stood stiff.

"You have amazing breasts, Judy," I said. "Thanks, Jane. Do you think they
look too big for me," she asked, "Simon got them for me for our anniversary
last year." "They're fine, Judy, really," and I meant it.

"Simon is very generous," Judy said, "last year it was the breasts, although
now they're his play toys, but the year before it was a 5-carat diamond ring."
"Wow", I said, "well, I can see why Simon likes playing with them; I can
barely keep my hands off them myself." "Good," she said, "then tonight we can
get together and screw." I smiled to myself, she is quite frank.

"Besides being generous, is Simon a good lover," I asked. "Yes, attentive and
caring, he'd do anything for me and all that I ask," Judy said, "but he only
has a 6-inch cock, and quite honestly, I wish he were better endowed, but what
about your man, Roger, was it?" "Yes, Roger, he's very caring and loving as
well, and he has 12-inch member that pleases me," I told her. "Really," she
said, "I'll have to check that out, with your permission, of course."

We finished sunning, having turned frequently and taking swims in the
Caribbean. We toweled off and put our tops back on, then our cover ups. Henry,
who had returned and sat reading in the shade saw us dressing and gathered
everything up and loaded it in the car. "Henry," I said, "do they allow
topless bathing in Barbados?" "No, miss," he said, "I would have said
something if others would have shown up, but I was enjoying the view," and
laughed at his own joke.

Back at the house, we showered and had dinner. Everyone left and we again had
a glass of wine in the gazebo. "Why do you think they don't allow topless
sunbathing?" I asked. "I have no idea, Jane, I personally love a woman's
breasts," Judy said. "So do I," I said, "but sometimes I wish mine were
bigger." "But you have so much muscle," she said, "I can see the striations
across your chest," and she could as I was wearing a halter top the just
covered my breasts. I peeled it over my head and ran a hand across my chest. I
felt the muscle tense with my touch.

"Let's go upstairs and screw," Judy said. 'This girl was nothing if not
direct,' I thought. And so we did, but not before I flexed for her. She
involuntarily played with her clit as I flexed and pumped my hard muscles. "I
love your biceps, Jane," she said and kissed them, then ran her tongue around
them. I turned and extended my tongue and touched the tip to her tongue and my
bicep. "Shit, Jane," Judy said, "you even have a well muscled tongue, I must
have it." So I pleasured Judy long into the night.

Chapter 100

The following day, Henry again showed up and we saw more gorgeous beaches,
churches, city hall and plantations. We took a break from driving and Judy and
I sunned, this time with tops on, and swam.

For the next two days, this was the same pattern and each evening we shared
our bed with each other. Judy was not only an excellent lover, but she was up
front and honest.

We stayed at the villa the following day, deciding to give Henry a break. We
were now very dark, the sun having kissed our bodies, and since we were right
outside our gate, decided to go topless.

The house man, Reginald, served us drinks and was very respectful, not staring
at our bare breasts. That evening, we dined and once the staff had withdrawn
for the night, Judy and I had our customary glass of wine and withdrew to my
bed. I massaged her body, pressing only as hard as she could take, and then
lightly stroking her with the tips of my fingers.

We were entwined with Judy on top of me, her breast pressed firmly against my
chest, slowly moving against each other taking our time. The ocean breeze came
through the open window, stirring the drapes, but then I noticed something
else. A shadow moved across the wall near the ceiling and I couldn't quite
place where it had come from, then I realized it was from the doorway onto the
terrace.

"Judy," I whispered low, "I hate to break up this party, but I need to use the
bathroom." "Oh, Jane," she said, "now, I was getting ready to climax again,"
and she slid off of me and rolled on her back. I got off the bed and pad in
the direction of the bathroom, but veered to the hallway and the adjoining
bedroom. There, I tiptoed to the terrace door and cracked it open quietly. I
peered out and saw Reginald looking around the corner of the door into my
room.

Reginald had his pants off and was fondling himself. I had no idea how long he
had been there, but I could see by the moonlight that he was well endowed. I
silently tiptoed behind him and he turned at the last moment perhaps sensing
my movement. Before he could say anything, I clamped a hand over his mouth and
literally picked him up and carried him into my bedroom.

Judy looked from Reginald to me and then down at his cock. "Look who I found
on the terrace, pleasuring himself, Judy," I said. Reginald was an athletic
guy in his mid-thirties with what I would estimate a 9-inch penis. I removed
my hand, but he didn't say anything. "Well," Judy demanded, "what do you have
to say for yourself, Reginald?" "I'm terribly sorry, Miss Judy, Miss Jane," he
said, "I was thinking with my," and he pointed to his cock rather than say it.
I smiled and said, "You were thinking with your dick rather than your head,
it's an old American saying." "Yes," he said, "I let my 'dick' get the better
of me." "Hmm," Judy said, "maybe I can get the better of your dick." He looked
at her quizzically.

Judy was now sitting on the foot of the bed. I guided Reginald over to her and
she looked up into his brown eyes, then down to his penis and cupped it in
both hands. He took in a deep breath. She stroked his manhood and he was erect
instantly. I moved behind him, the top of his head coming to the bottom of my
chin. Pressing my chest against his back, I ran my hands over his chest and
down his hips, while pressing my clit into the small of his back.

At some point, he could take no more and climaxed with Judy taking it all.
"Very good, Reginald," Judy said, "but I need more, what can we do to get him
hard again." 'She really is insatiable,' I thought, and then said, "sit down,
Reginald and enjoy the show."

He sat on the edge of the bed next to Judy while I ran through a series of
poses flexing my muscles. I said, "Do you have anything I can bend, break or
crush, Reginald?" He sat there for a minute, and then ran out of the room. He
was back a minute later with a 2-inch pipe and a paving tile. I took the pipe
and grasping it at shoulder width, bent it in half, then placing one end
against my abs, continued to bend it into a circle. "Oh my God," Judy said,
"that's unbelievable." Reginald sat there open mouthed.

I held the paver between my two hands and snapped it in half. Not a clean
break, but fairly even. 'It was like snapping a potato chip', I thought.
"Unbelievable" Judy said, and looking at Reginald, saw he was more than
prepared.

"OK, stud," she said to him, "take me," and lay back on the bed. Reginald
didn't hesitate, and began to slowly thrust. As he did I fingered myself,
watching. Twenty minutes later, the three of us climaxed.

We fell asleep in each other's arms. The next morning, Judy and I woke and
Reginald was gone. When we went down to breakfast, he served us and went about
his duties as we went about our activities.

As we were leaving the villa, the staff lined up to wish us bon voyage as they
had to welcome us. I shook Reginald's hand, squeezing it firmly and said
softly, "Be careful which tourist you expose yourself to, Reginald." Then Judy
shook his hand and said, "Thanks for taking care of me, I appreciate it," and
gave him a quick kiss on the cheek much to the surprise of Martha, the maid.