Sinful Indulgence

"Jellyfish, help!" I screamed from the top of my lungs as a soft and slimy thing brushed against my legs.

Wriggling my body and kicking my leg to shake it off, I could only watch in horror as the gelatinous, invertebrate animal floated away from me. I had heard how dangerous some of them could be and that their stings could be very painful. Some of its species are even lethal.

"Anybody who can get a vinegar?" a voice rang in my head before a pair of strong arms lifted me from the water. I got stunned when I saw that it was Mr. Kim.

Just a while ago, I took a plunge under the water after a strange emotion overwhelmed me. Mr. Kim Mori, the man in my dreams, just punished me with a glass of wine after losing a game. It was a swimming competition under the moonlit night where I lost consecutively for three rounds. Who could ever win under his gaze? I even felt like dying in thrill and excitement every time he looked at me.

I knew I had no right to feel this way; he just got married to a woman younger than me while I was also engaged to Zed, a man I was in a relationship with for seven long years. Aside from that, Mr. Kim Mori was the man behind Kim Yuan Microelectronics, Philippines. And I knew that the branch in Mactan Export Processing Zone, Cebu, Philippines was just one among the branches around the globe.

So, he was someone impossible for an ordinary accountant like me. He was as high and unreachable as the moon while I was just mud in the earth. Yet, I couldn't help myself from getting infatuated with him. Watching him through news portals and even through tabloids and magazines always made my day. And I didn't know what caused this madness within me because he was not a celebrity but a business magnate.

I only returned to my senses when I felt the hardness of the chaise lounge's surface. Mr. Kim put me down on it while the rest of the workers gathered. Then, someone came panting, handing out a bottle of vinegar.

"Here, Mr. Kim!" the all-too-familiar voice made me look up together with Mr. Kim. She rolled out her eyes at me after Mr. Kim took the bottle from her hand. I also felt like giggling.

"You should see a doctor if the pain gets unbearable," he murmured while glancing at me and while pouring the spicy and pungent fluid in my thigh.

I got caught in between looking at my stung leg and his face. It was when I realized I was only wearing a two-piece swimsuit. Before I dove into the water, I remembered tossing my swimwear cover-up in the chaise lounge where I placed my towel.

My face apparently drained its color because Mr. Kim looked at me worriedly. He probably thought I got scared of the sting since a jellyfish could be venomous. Yet, little did he know that it was because I was suddenly conscious of my nudity before him. I even caught him glancing secretly at the bulge between my thighs. And I knew the wet cloth had outlined the slit between the curves of my bottom lips.

"How do you feel?" he asked, looking into my eyes.

"I'm fine, Mr. Kim. I think that jellyfish is not the venomous type."

I suddenly got confused about how to position myself. If I pull myself up into an upright posture, his face would be closer to my full-sized busts. If I stay in my reclined position, he would have a clearer view of the thing between my thighs. And I turned paler at this thought because I had been fantasizing about him in bed. I was too scared that my reaction would show.

"Are you sure?" he asked. He was so close to me that I could even smell the alcohol through his breathing. For all those many games he lost, he would probably be drunk by now. The activity facilitators had never come up with other means of punishment except for letting the losers drink a glass of wine.

"Yes, sir. I just need a bath."

"Okay. I'll bring you to your room," he offered; and that was to carry me bridal style.

"No, sir! I can walk."

"No, sir. She must be tipsy already," came Ara's voice. I hurried to glance at her, only to find her grinning like a fool.

Mr. Kim straightened up and looked at Ara, perhaps considering what she said. Then, he lifted me from the chaise lounge without a word then sauntered towards the direction of our cottage. I noticed that there were times that he also stepped backward and staggered. Crazy as I was, I took advantage of this moment by staring into his face. I even got the nerve of hooking my arms around his neck. Perhaps, it was already the alcohol kicking in, but I didn't regret it. This moment may never happen again.

I then heard the sound of a twisting doorknob and a creaking door. A few seconds after that, my back already felt the soft cushion of the bed. Perhaps, I was so heavy that he was in a hurry to put me down, he did not turn the light on. But probably because of the light coming from the bathroom, I could still see him well.

Due to my weight and my arms around his neck, his face was so close to me when my head finally hit the bed. I got stunned for a moment and suddenly woke up to reality. My eyes widened as I looked back at him, and I realized that he was also staring at me. My heartbeats immediately turned a frenzy, and before I could take a breath, his lips closed on mine.

I stiffened for a moment, but his warm lips on my mouth gave me a strange and wonderful feeling. My mind was also screaming that it's already my fantasy coming true. And as what my thoughts had dictated, I found myself refusing to resist.

I kissed him back in equal fervor until his moves got deeper. He probed his tongue inside my mouth, and I met it with excitement. Soon, we took turns at twirling, probing, and sucking until a sense of pleasure broke within me. I suddenly wanted more of him that I didn't stop him when his hands started squeezing my soft cup. At first, he was gentle, but as we continued on exploring with our mouths, his squeezing became rough and possessive.

I moaned and arched my back to give him more of me until he took the cue. He then replaced his hands on my peaks with his mouth. He did it so slowly, teasing and taunting me. When his slow moves seemed to blow my mind away, I begged.

"More, please," I murmured as I tossed my body forward, begging for more exploration.

He listened after a while, and then I felt his lips went downward. I closed my eyes, feeling every inch of his touch until I felt my bikini slipping down. My heart almost stopped when I felt his tongue tracing my slit. When he finally found my button and closed his lips on it, I screamed. And I kept screaming until a surge of pleasure broke inside me, making my whole body tremble.

I no longer knew when Mr. Kim left the room. I closed my eyes for a long time, feeling the thrill of such an experience. When I opened my eyes, he was no longer there. I knew I couldn't hold him responsible for what he did; it was all my fault and the alcohol in my system. But this was something I would never forget, a memory that would last for a lifetime.

Kim Yuan Microelectronics, Philippines.

I stared at the bold letters printed on the white banner that hung above White Sand Beach Resort's main entrance. Its pastel-blue shade turned into neon glows as it reflected the bright sunlight under the noontime sky. I was almost tempted to squeal when that company name reminded me of what happened last night. And I wondered if Mr. Kim had remembered it. I knew women could be at his beck and call, and that experience may mean nothing to him. I expected him to forget about it the moment he would wake up in the morning.

I met Mr. Kim Mori one time when I went to his company to see Ara. He just passed by and didn't notice me, but that first glimpse of him created in me a lasting impression. After that, whenever I saw him, especially when in his signature business suit, I always found myself imagining him. The stunning looks that drew everyone's eyes to him, his imposing aura that commands respect and admiration, and the elegance that made him stand out from any crowd were the traits I dreamed of in a man.

He was ten years my senior, but our age gap did not lessen my craziness over him. However, I knew he would forever remain in my dreams only, in my wildest fantasy. He's probably a billionaire, though I hadn't searched for his total declared assets. I only knew that Kim Yuan Microelectronics, Philippines, the famous company he represented, was a big business empire worldwide.

"Would Mr. Kim appear in front of you if you keep staring at that banner?" Ara's voice pierced into my ears, disrupting my reverie.

"Okay, let's go," I grinned, and Ara rolled her eyes. She had no idea that something wonderful happened between us last night.

Ara and I then went to find our designated room. It was KYMP's trimestral family beach outing, and Ara brought me as her guest. Each employee had to bring their families, and to those who had none, they could choose to bring anyone they like. It was an opp opportunity for those singles to bring their sweethearts. Ara had Tim as her boyfriend, but unfortunately, Tim never liked to join any of Ara's company outings.

"Wow!" I exclaimed in awe as we reached our cottage. We were not far from the shoreline, and we could take the full, spectacular view of the sunrise and sunsets beyond the vast stretch of the sea. Even if it was already our second day in this resort, I still couldn't get over the breathtaking view of the sceneries around.

"I know what makes you happy, so I requested to have this room," Ara explained as she opened the door. She walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows and parted the curtains to the side, revealing the sparkling blue sea a few meters from our cottage.

"But this looks expensive..."

"No big deal. I told Mr. Kim that my best friend loves this location."

"You told Mr. Kim?" My eyeballs almost popped out from their sockets.

"Yes, in fact, our room is next to his."

Ara giggled as I placed my palms against my ears and squealed.

"Yes, you can ogle him as much as you like. But don't be too overwhelmed; he might be bringing his young wife."

I held both her shoulders and looked into her eyes. "I don't care!"

"Silly girl!"

I got amused as my thoughts went back to what happened between us. No one ever knew that I was already fantasizing about Mr. Kim since the day I met him, even before that incident last night. And that was about imagining him holding and kissing me, even to the extent of undressing me. Of course, it didn't stop there. Even if I was still a virgin, I had already experienced many orgasms with him in my mind. Although I hadn't seen any half nude photo of him, I already envisioned him as fully naked in my mind. Sounds funny, but it's true.

Ara and I changed into pairs of tank tops and shorts over our two-piece swimsuits. While she was eager to join group activities, I was also dying to feast my eyes on Mr. Kim. The workers were divided into teams, and Ara was our team leader. So, even if she still wished to hang out inside the room and enjoy rolling on the huge bed, she had no choice but to go out and gather her team members.

Although Kim Yuan Microelectronics was a manufacturer of electronic parts, and Ara was a teacher, she got her job as an ESL instructor to its Japanese workers. Most of her students were engineers from Japan who were personally introduced to her by Mr. Kim himself. That's how she got close to Mr. Kim.

Soon, we found ourselves doing ball games until sunset. Mr. Kim was there watching us, though he didn't participate in any game. To catch his attention, I did my very best to make our team win the girls' volleyball.

"Good job, Miss Blue!" he chuckled as he walked to us to congratulate my team. Our team's motif was blue.

"This is Yen, sir, my best friend!" Ara replied proudly, her grin reaching out to both of her ears while winking at me secretly.

"So, it's Yen," he said smiling, taking my right hand for a shake.

"Thank you, sir!" I stole a glance at Ara, who was beside herself, giving me a teasing look. I couldn't imagine her reaction should she know about my secret.

"Dinner is ready. So, everyone come up."

Dinner was served at a long table just a few meters from where we played. After getting a plateful of food, I settled myself in a chaise lounge, facing the sunset. The crimson-tangerine horizon seemed to take all my exhaustion away as I watched how it slowly turned into complete darkness.

"Thinking about a boyfriend?" A rich, masculine voice broke into my train of thoughts.

I turned, and my heart seemed to jump out of its cage. I was dying to know whether he remembered everything last night. "Mr. Mori."

He chuckled and continued, "I'm so jealous at the man who takes your thoughts away just now."

I laughed softly and pulled myself into an upright position. "Your wife isn't here?"

I regretted what I said right away. I was not interested to hear about his relationship status while my mind played like a broken player about our heavy petting last night.

"Maybe, she'll be able to catch up later."

I nodded like a fool, pretending I was interested.

"How about your boyfriend?"

I got stunned for a while before I found the words to say. I suddenly forgot that I was already in a relationship with Zed for seven years in front of this man. I smiled and stole a glance.

"He has speaking engagement."

"What does he do? A motivational speaker?"

"Yes, sir."

He nodded, and I caught how his eyes sparkled. "Then, Miss Yen, I'd like to set an appointment with him for our Marriage Encounter Seminar."

"Its an honor, sir. I will tell him about your offer."

After A Few Months

"I, your officiating minister, now pronounce you as husband and wife."

The four walls of the church vibrated when the loud round of applause erupted from the crowd. Some of them squealed and laughed while my closest family members cried for joy. I smiled and ran my eyes through all of them. I knew that those who knew me very well were very happy for me. Who would ever think that I would still get married at the age of 25?

"You may now kiss the bride," the voice of the minister cut through my reverie, and suddenly, I got nervous.

I already asked the minister to make his sermon a solemn one--no jokes or teasing as much as possible. Yet, I had forgotten to ask him ahead to skip this part. I didn't want my family and friends to see me kissing a man, even if he was already my husband.

No, don't get me wrong. It's not that I didn't like kissing, but I grew up in an extremely conservative family where I didn't even see my parents hugging each other. That even just a simple act of holding a boyfriend's hand was not allowed.

A loud squealing jolted my attention back to the minister. I then saw Zedreck's face coming close to me. He placed a hand at my nape and another hand at the edge of my shoulder. The squeals came out louder this time, urging us to kiss right away. To put an end to my ordeal, I reached out for him first and initiated a quick kiss on the lips. That, in turn, created another round of laughter, louder than their applause. I blushed; I just made myself look silly.

When we finally stand facing the audience, I pinched his side hard for making fun of me. He just looked at me lovingly and chuckled without saying a word.

"Friends, family, and our beloved guests, this wonderful afternoon, allow me to present to you the newly-wed couple, Mr.& Mrs. Zedreck Ramos."

A wide smile broke out in my face as Zed, and I made our recessional march back to the flower-strewn, burgundy aisle. A smile that didn't end until the last guest left the reception area. I wished I had a couple of minutes to rest my face from smiling throughout the reception program. However, I couldn't. They were all so happy and thrilled for me. Never did anyone knew that all those times, I was struggling with my fear every time my thoughts wandered off to the first night Zed and I was going to share.

Soon after a few hours, the time I dreaded the most had finally come. My husband pulled me close as soon as he locked the door of our wedding suite. He kissed me hard and stripped me off from my white wedding gown, leaving only my white lingerie. Seeing me with only those tiny pieces covering my private parts, he unbuttoned his suit as well and removed everything except his underwear. My heartbeats raced when I took a glimpse at the bulging thing underneath his white undies. I was too shy to look at it. He was my boyfriend for seven years, and even if we made out a lot, we never came to the point of undressing ourselves.

"You're exhausted already?" he said, pausing his scorching kisses on my lips.

"Yes," I answered softly under my ragged breath.

Honestly, I was not tired. What bride in her right mind would get spent up when it was her first wedding night? Yet, I lied to him. I was too nervous to think of that hard thing poking at my navel while we kissed.

"I know. You want to rest now?"

I did not answer him because he kissed me again, probing his tongue in my mouth while a hand started to rub my arms. I guessed no groom would ever let his bride sleep during their first night, right?

Then, his hand crept to my back in circular motions until I felt his fingers unclasping the hooks of my bra. When my two cups jumped out from its tight cage, he slid the tiny piece of cloth completely from my shoulders. There, in his eyes, I felt I was completely naked.

His eyes then turned dark with desire as he stared at the bulk of soft peaks dangling at my chest. Not to boast, one of the best physical assets that I owned is the size of my busts. He left my mouth for a while as he positioned himself on top of me. He then bent down again and probed the tip of his tongue in the insides of my ears. In slow, crazy motion, his tongue moved further to the sides of my neck, down to my collarbones, then to the path between my breasts.

I curled. Goosebumps started to spread throughout my skin. I didn't know if it was pleasure or just a reaction to this strange touch. My husband must have seen it because he returned to my mouth, where I was the most comfortable. Yet, it did not last long. His hand replaced his mouth in my body, and he started cupping my breasts. It felt wonderful at first, but when he pinched my nipples, the pleasure that was beginning to build up in me suddenly disappeared. I frowned and took away his hand before I turned to my side.

"Why? What's wrong?"

"Don't touch me there," I whispered.

I saw him frowned also. "Where should I touch you? The book says it's one of a woman's most sensitive parts."

"I don't know."

He was right. We were both technical virgins, and my first experience on petting was that one with Mr. Kim. Zed didn't know about it and he neither had an idea that at that moment, I was wishing to experience again that pleasure I had with Mr. KIm.

"Okay, let's explore," he chuckled, and I felt my blood rushing to my ears.

He didn't wait for my answer and started drowning me with his kisses again. He put me under him as he bent down, kissing me. With one hand at my side supporting his weight, he started stroking one breast in a circular motion, starting from the farthest sides down to the areola and finally to the nipple. I felt pleased that way, so I urged him to do the same on the other side. His mouth then took over, doing the same, sensual way of arousing pleasure within me. When both my nipples had their share of wet sucks, I felt a wave of pleasure rising within me. I began to moan until I felt something like my vaginal orifice was opening up, and I started imagining his shaft entering my uncharted territory. My sense of shame suddenly disappeared. His hand then moved slowly down, creating impulses on the skin it touched until I arched my back, giving his hand the way to feel my now wet cunt.

He did the same thing with my precious thing, stroking it first from the outer part of both the labia. I gritted my teeth. I wanted him to move faster this time because this sense of desire was then torturing me. His fingers then proceeded to my vulva, then to the orifice, and finally on my clit.

"Faster, please," I beg, in between my shallow breaths,

"What shall I do with it?" he answered, capturing my lips again.

"Pinch it."

I initiated a wet kiss as he rolled my clit between his two fingers. He responded with equal passion as he rolled my button faster, adding more pressure to it. After a few seconds, I stopped his hand from moving, and I pressed the tips of his fingers on top of my clit. I then felt the strong pulsations pounding beneath it as the pack of fluid squirted beneath my sensitive walls.

He dropped down to my side and hugged me while I was still panting. I wondered why. I thought he would finally insert his thing between my thighs. To my frustration, he reached for the bedside lamp and turned it off. Then, he pulled the bedsheets up to our chin and cuddled me close to him.

"Let's go to sleep."