"Going Native" 
"Ak-ke ma-ke!" he bellowed.  "Ullu Bullu inna Pullu!  Ari Bari Tari Tari!"

I looked blankly at him, uncomprehending.

Furiously, he pointed down at the water where I stood.  "Ot! Ot!" he howled. 
"Gid Ahda Vit!  Inna Pullu Miku-Juni!"

After a bit more incomprehensible screeching on his part, I got the idea.  I
had to get out of the pool, because I was trespassing in the Water of the Gods
or somesuch.  I was skeptical, thinking of all the ploys I'd seen men try in
the past, but finally concluded that he was sincere.  Well, probably.  This
whole thing was rubbing me the wrong way.  Something was really weird about
this guy, and I still had the nagging sensation that we'd met before.  But for
now I obeyed and stepped carefully out of the pool without letting him out of
my sight.

Finally I reached the ground where he stood.  "There," I said waspishly, quite
miffed at the thought of this jungle voyeur peeking at me.  "Happy now?"  He
didn't answer, but instead started to poke around the pile of clothes I'd left
on the ground.  "Hey!" I shouted, but he wasn't listening.  He rummaged through
my things, picking up my blouse and skirt and then dropping them back on the
grass.  My bra seemed to interest him for a moment -- this didn't seem
especially surprising -- and then he found my panties.

"Hunh!" he grunted, and then without further ado pulled my underwear over his
head and peeked out at me through a leg-hole.  "Aku aku subbameen!" he
ejaculated, in such a comical tone that I burst out laughing.  What was it with
these Pacific Ocean men and used panties?  Maybe he'd learned this from
Japanese tourists.  "Get outta there, you!" I demanded, and with some
reluctance he complied and took them off.

This had to be the craziest thing that had ever happened to me.  Unable to hold
back, I grinned at the strange man in front of me.  He grinned back, a dazzling
white flash that again tantalized me with a bizarre feeling of deja vu.  I knew
him, and it was becoming clear to me that he knew me too.  "Well," I muttered,
"at least you don't seem to be a cannibal.  I don't know what I'd do if you
decided to eat me."

The native man got the strangest look on his face right then, his entire
expression all scrunched up and puffy, like he was smothering... a laugh?

Gotcha!

I walked right up to him until our faces were only inches apart.  Our bodies,
too.

"You speak English," I said matter-of-factly.  He looked back at me, all
innocence.

"Don't even try to play that game with me, bub," I said, and poked him in the
chest.  "I may not speak Polynesian, but I guarantee that you can speak
English."

He looked back at me, wide-eyed.  But something was gleaming behind those eyes,
and I was so close to recognizing him that I could taste it.

"So you really don't understand me?" I breathed, moving closer to him.  I
closed the gap between us, and let the uncovered tips of my heavy breasts graze
the downy surface of his chest.  Further down I could feel something in his
fabric loincloth poking at my pubis.  A sultry smile crossed my face and I
pushed up against him.  He moved back involuntarily at the pressure of my body,
a tiny half-step, and then stiffened.  In more ways than one.

"Do you mean," I whispered, my voice husky and low, "that you don't understand
what 'Eat me' means?"  

Our bodies were pressed together now, hot and burning where we touched.

"Let me try again," I murmured, my lips close to his ear.  "'Eat me'."

He groaned, a ragged, quavering sound.

"Eat me," I repeated.  "Eat me."

His eyes blazed briefly and without a word he nodded.  Gently he put his arms
around me and lowered me to the grass.  I sighed in his embrace and arched my
back as my buttocks touched the ground beneath me.  As I began to relax he ran
his fingertips down the front of my body in a feathery caress.  My back arched
again of its own accord, and I moaned in arousal.  Polynesian or not, this guy
was good.

I lay passively beneath him, reveling in his light touch as he brushed my neck,
my shoulders, my breasts with his fingers and his palms.  Between my underlying
horniness, the gorgeousness of the lagoon, and the forbidden thrill of yielding
my body to a complete stranger I was already at a peak of sensitivity, and
after only a few minutes of his masterful caressing I felt like I'd been
through hours of foreplay.  Then he switched from his hands to his mouth, and I
nearly lost consciousness.

He devoured me there on the grass.  His mouth was everywhere, licking, kissing,
biting, nibbling at me.  I gasped and moaned and writhed in ecstasy but
mercilessly he kept at me, gobbling up every inch of me.  "Eat me" I'd said and
he did, better than I'd ever imagined.  Finally he made his way down my
treasure-trail and opened me wide, still damp and glistening from my impromptu
dip in the water.  He traced the outline of my labia with his fingers and then
with his tongue, taking his time before spreading me apart and revealing my
sex.

By now I was completely lost in delight, awash in a haze of pure pleasure. 
Through heavy-lidded eyes I looked down my body at him and ran my fingers
through his thatch of curly hair as his head bobbed up and down.  Even then,
with my desire climbing and my body tingling from head to toe, my mind
stubbornly worked at the mystery of this man's identity.  

As I toyed with his hair I wondered in abstraction why it should curl so, when
most natives' hair was straight and thin.  And the tint of his skin was faintly
orangeish in a strangely artificial way.  A sharp spasm of pleasure shot
through me as he separated my nether lips, and as my arousal mounted even
higher my brain chewed on that, too.  What incredible technique this native man
had!  It was as if he knew exactly what I liked and was following the precise
instructions of my pleasure center.

With a thrill I realized that he might be doing exactly that.  Was this one of
my old lovers, rising out of the past?  Or maybe someone who knew my from
online, a 'Net lover who'd read my embarrassingly revealing posts on what
turned me on.  I felt things start to click as I groped my way closer and
closer to the truth.  Somehow I knew I was on the right track to solving this
puzzle.  And then the broad surface of his flattened tongue scraped its way up
my exposed clit and everything exploded into passionate shards as the throes of
my orgasm overwhelmed me entirely.

I came hard, the unexpectedness of my climax making it that much more intense. 
I didn't make a sound; my surprising eruption made me stop breathing and clench
my entire body.  In a way it was an internalized orgasm, where everything
rushed into my center and stayed there within me.  As it ebbed I began to
breathe again in heaving gasps, forcing the air into my lungs.  For a moment my
island lover looked up at me in concern.  Once he saw that I was just coming
down from my peak he grinned again -- that same knowing smirk -- and reinclined
his head toward my muff.

"No!" I groaned weakly.  "Too much!"  My muscles were still aflutter, and I
knew that if he touched my shivering button again I couldn't take it.  But I
wasn't through yet, and I showed my teeth in a feral grin.  I leaned toward him
saying "it's your turn now," and reached out for him.  But he pulled away,
shaking his head "no."  I began to protest, but he shushed me with a finger on
my lips and softly lay his hands on my hips.

"So it's like that, is it?" I said.  "Then again, I guess you earned it."  I
allowed him to guide my hips up off the ground and played along as he shifted
my body around until I was facing away from him, positioned on my hands and
knees.  "So you like that?" I purred, turning my head to look at him over my
shoulder.  I rotated my hips provocatively, lewdly swaying my ass in
invitation.  "Come on then, Nature Boy.  Show me what you've been hiding under
that loincloth of yours."

His breathing quickened, and out of the corner of my eye I saw him fumble at
the knot at his waist.  It didn't seem to be cooperating, so he rudely pushed
the garment down his legs and stepped out of it, almost tripping in his haste. 
 From my poor angle of view his engorged organ seemed to be about average-
sized. But something about the way it pointed eagerly at my exposed pussy was
friendly, almost happy.  I smiled in response and turned away.  As he closed in
behind me I sank my head down into the grass, lowering myself down until my
rear was raised high in the air.  Come to think of it, I was pretty eager for a
good fucking myself.  As I mentally begged him to hurry, I flashed on the image
of a locker room with yellow benches.  What the hell--?

Then my mind went totally blank as he touched my pussy lips with the tip of his
cock.  Holding it in his hand, he rubbed his cockhead between my puffy labia
and dipped it into the hidden opening, moistening it -- and me -- with my
juices.  I moaned, my grassy pillow muffling the sound, and pushed my hips back
to urge him inside.  Chuckling at my impatience he eased forward as I pushed
back, and sank his manhood into my greedy sex.  I hissed in pleasure as he kept
pushing, forcing himself deeper inside me.  His hands grasped me and spread me
wider until he was as far inside as he could get.  He paused momentarily and we
both held still, savoring the feeling of his erection filling my vagina.

He moved, pulling almost all the way out of me, and then thrust in again
halfway.  With deliberate movements he established a rhythm between us, a slow
and unhurried fuck that was almost unbearably pleasurable.  I rested my head on
the ground and inhaled the scents around me, the fresh grass-smell mingling
with the increasing pungency of my free-flowing juices.  With my eyes closed I
concentrated on the feeling of his cock moving in and out of me, the wonderful
friction I felt when he scraped my slick sugar walls and bottomed me out.  I
wanted this perfect fuck to last forever, and for a while it did.  We were
alone in paradise, he and I, our lovemaking as paradisical as the environment
that surrounded us.

As the pace of his strokes quickened I realized that he was getting close, far
ahead of me.  Well, that was all right -- I'd had a pretty good orgasm already,
and it was no big deal if I didn't have another.  But my new lover had planned
for this eventuality, and as he started to build up to his release I felt him
sneak a finger up to my anal entrance.  

For a split second he flicked at my puckered rosebud, startling it into
twitching open.  Then he thrust his finger, slick and dripping with my sexual
secretions, deep inside my ass.  As he jammed me full, filling both my holes, I
was propelled toward a tremendous climax.  I screamed long and loud and trailed
off into incoherent begging.  "Oh -- yes!" I moaned.  "Please -- please -- oh
-- fuck -- yes..."  He was ramming me with everything he had, driving me toward
a magnificent explosion with his finger up my ass, with his hard cock up my
cunt.

My cunt.

SON OF A BITCH!!!

I know you now, my mind shouted as I climbed higher and higher.  I found you
out, and you can't fool me any more.  "Oh, fuck me!" I shouted aloud.  "Give it
to me!  Oh, yes, I'm gonna cum -- I'm gonna--"  And as I hurtled over the brink
I screamed his name, over and over, "Mi-- Mi-- MIIIIKE!!!"

It was as if hearing his name released him, freeing him from all control.  As I
came hard and loud I heard an answering cry behind me, and suddenly he erupted
inside me, drenching me and filling me with his essence.  Slowly we both came
down, groaning and panting in recovery as he softened and shrank within me.  I
waited until his diminished penis slid wetly out of me and then I rolled over
onto my back.  I spread my legs apart to drip onto the green grass beneath me,
and stared at him from between my knees.

He looked right back at me, smiling broadly.

I pursed my lips.  "Ari Bari Tari Tari?" I said.  He shrugged.

"That was bad enough," I continued.  "But 'Git Outtof It -- Inna Pool-u Mike-u
June-ee'?  That's supposed to be Polynesian?"

"Best I could do on short notice," he said.  "What else was I supposed to do? 
I don't speak Pacific Islander."  I snorted and he began to laugh, a low rumble
that bubbled out of him.  "Sure took you a while, though.  I always did know
how to get you."

I tried to get mad, but started giggling instead.  "You twit.  How the hell was
I supposed to figure out who you were?  We only did it once, and that was a
one-shot fling back when I was in college."  I looked sidelong at him.  "As I
recall, it wasn't all that memorable, either."  He guffawed, setting me off
into a giggle-fit.  We laughed quietly together a while.

Finally I scootched over a little closer to him and laid a hand on his leg. 
"Where the hell have you been, Mike?  Everybody's been wondering.  We miss
you."  I looked at him from under my hair and then looked away.  "I miss you."

He patted my hand on his leg, and entwined his fingers with mine.  "You know
how it is," he said gently.  "When it won't come, it won't come.  I'll be back,
if the writing comes back.  You know that."  I looked seriously at him, and
then smirked in an imitation of his know-it-all grin.  "That's not usually a
problem of yours," I said.  "Not coming, I mean."

He smacked me playfully, and the grin returned to his face.  "Actually," he
said, "I've been right here, mostly."

I looked at him, confused.  "Here?  On Malinov's Island?  Why?"

His eyes burst wide open and his expression turned strange, sort of like when
I'd said "eat me" earlier.  "Would you mind repeating that?" he choked.

"What?" I said.  "Malinov's Island?"

"BWAH-HAH-HAHHHHHH!" he erupted, exploding into a paroxysm of laughter.  He
fell backwards on the grass and rolled around in helpless mirth, pounding his
fist on the ground.  I didn't get it.  "What's so funny, Laughing Boy?" I
demanded.  "What?!"

He struggled to sit back up, still chuckling.  "Muh... Muh..." he gasped,
wiping tears from his eyes.  "MALINOV'S island?  Whatever gave you THAT
cockamamie idea?"

"Well... he did," I said, and that set him off into more peals of hilarity. 
Finally he calmed down and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me
close.

"That nitwit," he said, snorting.  "This isn't his island -- it's MY island!" 
I pulled back and looked him dead in the eyes.  "You have GOT to be kidding."

His smiler was as wide as I'd ever seen it.  "Not a bit," he crowed.  "As a
matter of fact, we bought it just about two years ago from Bill Gates.  Man had
no idea what to do with a Pacific Island.  He was gonna name it 'Microsoft
Island'-- he had little icons set up and everything.  But he got tired of it
when the Marshall Islands accused him of monopolizing the Pacific Rim, so he
sold it to me."

"You're lying."

"Scout's honor," he said, looking so innocent that I cracked up again.

"Seriously, I said as I snuggled back up under his arm.  "Where would you get
the money to buy an island, for goodness' sake?"

He shifted uncomfortably.  "You remember I told you that I'd gotten a job, the
last time I posted to ASSD?"  "Mm-hmm," I answered from where I lay pillowed on
his chest.  "Well... it was true.  I got a job in the family business."

I perked up.  "What family business?" I asked.

"The Hunt business, of course.  You know -- Hunt's Tomato Paste?  Hunt's Tomato
Sauce?  Hunt's Crushed Tomatoes?  Hunt's Tomato Juice?  Hunt's--"

"I get it, I get it," I interrupted.  "Those Hunts.  But I thought your real
name was 'Hunter' or something.  It never occurred to me that you might
actually be named 'Mike Hunt'!  I thought that was just a pen name!"

"Nope," he said.  "I always posted under my real name, but I convinced
everybody it was fake.  I was hiding in plain sight.  Besides," he continued,
"it always pissed off my dad when I published 'that damned smut' and signed it
with my real name.  He's really furious about 'O'Stickkit Inn' -- he says Nicky
Hilton still won't forgive him for what June and I did in the hotel pool."

I giggled.  "Aw, don't be too mad at Mal," I said.  "It was a really old map he
was reading, so it's not his fault if he was off by a few hundred miles. 
Besides, he's a guy -- do you really think he bothered to ask anybody for
directions to his island?"

Mike laughed, and I hugged him a little closer.  "Speaking of June," I said,
"am I finally going to meet this mystery-wife of yours?  She never seems to be
around when we meet up."  He smiled.  "Nope.  She's off coordinating some big
TV deal in Tokyo, and won't be back for weeks.  We keep in touch by cell-phone,
though, so I'll tell her you send regards."

"Cell-phone?" I asked.  "Why not e-mail?"

"She won't let me have a computer on the island," he admitted.  "She says it
takes up too much of my free time.  That's really the main reason I dropped out
of sight -- I can't exactly send newsgroup posts by coconut."

"So you live a totally uncivilized life, here in the jungle?" I asked.  "No
phones, online, or motorcars, not a single luxury?"  "Hell, no," he said.  "You
think I want to live without Cable TV or indoor plumbing?  We have a big old
cabana just over that rise over there, with all the amenities.  Here, c'mon --
I'll show it to you."

He shuffled me off his lap and got up, pulling me after.  "Actually," he said
as we started walking, "you almost walked right into it before, when you were
out in the jungle.  You must have circled the house at least three times while
you were lost."

I stopped.  "You mean --"  I blushed furiously.

"Sure!" he said.  "You were walking in circles the whole time.  We're maybe
five minutes from the beach right now.  Want me to take you back there?"

I shook my head.  "Maybe later, after we see the house."  Suddenly a thought
popped into my head.

"Say -- you wouldn't happen to have any... pharmaceuticals over there, would
you?"  He snorted.  "Any?  June's got so much of that shit we could open a
fucking Walgreen's!  If you want it, we got it -- Advil, cotton balls, birth
control pills, tampons..."

Saved!  As we strolled together we held hands, for all the world like the First
Lovers, naked and at peace.

It would sure be fun telling the others.

This cruise was looking better and better all the time.