Pleasure Island by T.G. Haynes Read Free Book Online

riot. In her dreams, Roxanna’s servants all donned loincloths, similar to those worn by Tarzan. As to the antics they got up to, it was little wonder that she felt agitated when the alarm woke her. She yawned and rubbed her eyes. It couldn’t be 3 a.m. already, surely? She vaguely hoped that she had mis-set the alarm clock. No such luck. Realising it was time to get up, reluctantly Nikki dragged herself out of bed and stumbled into the shower. As the refreshing water cascaded over her body, she started to feel a little more with it. It didn’t take her very long to work up a lather with the shower gel. Perhaps it was due to her erotic dreams, but whatever the reason, she really enjoyed washing her breasts that morning, lingering over them slightly longer than was necessary.
    In no time at all, she began to feel aroused. As the warm water washed the soapy bubbles off her nipples, she rubbed the shower gel around her lower stomach, pelvis, thighs and bottom. This didn’t help matters in the slightest and led to her feeling more turned on than ever. Though she knew she hadn’t much time to play with, Nikki couldn’t resist massaging her clit. She’d always loved the sensation of water on her skin, and even more so when it pattered against the back of her hand as her right middle finger nuzzled against her sweet spot. Applying a gentle pressure, she teased and tantalized herself. To her delight, within a matter of moments, Nikki knew that she was on the verge of coming. She pressed against the nub of her clitoris even harder. The intensity of the orgasm took her by surprise and she revelled in the sensation.
    When her pussy finally stopped tingling, she grinned somewhat self-consciously. She guessed it was a hangover from her youth, but she always felt slightly guilty when she pleasured herself.
    Grabbing her towel, Nikki turned the shower off then retreated to her bedroom. She certainly felt much more awake now. Toast and cereal helped to dispel feelings of tiredness even further, as did the first cup of black coffee of the day. While sipping the drink, she deliberated long and hard about what to wear for the occasion. She decided on a smart black business dress that rested just above the knee. Rather than the usual black tights she tended to wear with it, she opted for stockings. Formal though her attire was, Nikki had always found there to be something decidedly sexy about dressing in black. For a change, she swept her hair up and decided to pin it back. Admiring the overall effect in the mirror, she was quite pleased with it. As she gave a final experimental twirl, the doorbell rang.
    Hastily, Nikki grabbed her suitcase and travel bag, quickly checked around her flat to make sure that she hadn’t forgotten anything, and then made her way downstairs. The driver of the car that had been sent to pick her up was waiting at the door. He introduced himself as Tony. He took Nikki’s bags, loaded them into the boot of the vehicle, and then they set off. She was amazed to find that, even at this time of the morning, the M4 was already quite busy. Thankfully, nearly all of the traffic was heading in the opposite direction, into the city. The westbound carriageway was virtually empty. As she lounged back in the luxurious leather seats, she caught the driver glancing at her in the rear-view mirror. It didn’t take her long to realise that he had deliberately adjusted the angle of it to enable him to admire her slender legs. Rather than berate him for his cheek, Nikki pretended that she hadn’t noticed. Enjoyable as her early-morning orgasm in the shower had been, it hadn’t entirely satisfied her. Still feeling very aroused, she began to play up to Tony. She deliberately wiggled around in her seat, which made the hemline of her dress ride up her thighs even more to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her stocking tops. The car swerved across one of the white lines as Tony found his attention torn between the view on offer in the