Thirst.

Chapter 1 - Quenching Part One.

He watched on in wonder as the wind swept her top away from her, he watched on in amusement as she called quite funnily for the wind to return her top to her at once but she failed miserably as they both watched the top flying away into the distance and out of sight in a matter of seconds.

"Hey Si," she giggled sexily turning around to face him, allowing him too now see her front as she walked over to him, only wearing a small pair of shorts, her breasts were on display for him to see.

He felt his manhood standing prouder by the moment as she came closer to him, the more beautiful she seemed to become. The closer she came the better view of her breasts he had, with every step she took he could see just how beautiful her breasts truly were and how glad that there was no material covering them away from him.

"Simon!" she screamed as he pushed her to the floor, her laying flat on the sand waiting for him to take her and make her his.

He had lost count of all the fantasies in which he would spent what seemed like forever playing with her perfect breasts, toying with her nipples, tweaking and twisting them with his fingers until they were hard as rocks. Before he would place his mouth on them, his tongue would come out of his mouth, sucking and licking her already erect nipples, the blood rushing to his cock as he heard her screaming out from the sheer pleasure of his ministrations.

How in his fantasies he could get her to orgasm just from his attentions to her breasts, how after he was done with her breasts he would move lower, his tongue making patterns on her skin as he went, sticking his tongue in and out of her navel before moving to the waistband of her panties.

Placing his fingers underneath the waistband of her panties, pulling it down hearing her moan loudly as it slapped against her skin before she would beg him to fuck senseless, but no he held off instead he would grab the waistband of her panties and pull upwards, listening as she would scream out when her panties would come into contact with her soaked lips.

Slowly he would bend over her body taking her panties in between his teeth, dragging them down at an agonizing pace before pulling them swiftly off and ramming a finger inside of her.

"Simon!" she would scream as his finger made contact with her walls, slowly dragging up the sides of her walls.

"Bitch," he would growl in response as another finger was added and another before he would pump his fingers roughly in and out of her until moments later she would scream and shake as the full force of her orgasm hit her, his fingers would continue pumping in and out of her body as she orgasmed.

Then it would hit him, they hadn't kissed yet. Kissing her was one of his most favourite things he'd ever discovered and now that he'd found it, he would never part with it.

He loved the way her lips touched his, her lips felt like they were a gift from God, they were so plump and luscious, so soft and beautiful. How he could sit staring at her lips, the way they moved whenever she was thinking, how they pursed or how when she was sucking on a pen he wished that she was sucking on his cock instead.

So he would kiss her and almost orgasm as their lips touched, they would kiss slowly for a moment savouring the feel of one another’s lips touching before he would feel her tongue begging for entrance to his mouth, desperate for rougher more passionate treatment.

So they would kiss passionately for a few more seconds before Simon would open his lips, before even a second had passed her tongue would be in his mouth, duelling with his in a battle for control, which both were desperate to be the leader of.

Both would fight like the true fighters they were until it all became too much and they broke off for air, staring at one another’s lust filled eyes as they breathed heavily like they were in the middle of a really intense work out session.

He would moan loudly as she grabbed his head pulling lips back down on hers roughly as her hands wandered down his body to his jeans, he moaned into her mouth when he felt her skilled fingers tracing the outline of his jeans where his cock was straining to be free from it's prison that society commanded be in place.

His moans would increase in their intensity as her hand would push his cock flat against his body before pulling the zipper down slowly, before her impatience to see his cock would over rule her desire to torture him. So she would pull his jeans roughly down his legs gasping when she noticed his lack of boxers how they were stuffed into his jean pocket, how his cock would spring out of it's prison begging her to take it right there and then.

Was she going to do that? Hell no! she was going to torture him just like he tortured him. He flinched when he felt her nails dragging up and down his length. He could feel the pain surging through him but it didn't hurt this was pain of pleasure which he was aching for more.

"Harder," he panted breathing as hiss of relief as her nails began dragging against his cock ever harder, he knew there was blood but he didn't care, this was more pleasure than he'd ever felt before in his life and he couldn't get enough of it.

He opened his eyes widely when he no longer felt her fingers dragging along him, instead she was hovering above him. Winking at him wickedly before dropping down on his bloody rock hard length taking him inside of her all the way.

Moaning loudly as she began to ride him, she watched as his finger made it's way over to her where as she rode him, he manipulated her clit roughly watching as she squeezed her eyes shut from all the pleasure.

Neither was going to last very long, the pleasure of the act was becoming too much.

Both were on the verge as she began riding him faster and faster, harder and harder as he began manipulating her clit even harder before he felt her walls contract furiously around him, her loud screams of pleasure as her orgasm erupted and she reached ecstasy.

She rode him for a few more moments before he felt his own orgasm being released he too joining her in the wonderful place named ecstasy, his seed shooting up her walls as his cock emptied itself before growing flaccid inside of her.

She fell down on top of him, he wrapped his arms around her, they were both panting furiously as they tried to recover from what had to be the best sex either had ever experienced ever in their lives.

Yet here they were, the two of them apart from everyone else from the Idol crew miles and miles away as they had hot crazy sex on a beach where anyone if looking carefully enough could spot them.

Here they were on the island of Hawaii filming auditions for the upcoming season of American Idol, where after the fiasco which was season nine; the producers of Fox and Idol saw the errors of their ways when ratings plummeted and fans flew away to other shows.

So with their tails between their legs, Fox came crawling in their desperation to save what was the number one show on earth.

They finally realised that without any of the original components critical to the shows success, the show would fail.

The largest reason for the show’s flop was the complete disappearance of Saula and how it had been replaced with the totally repulsive tension of Kellen.

Both Ellen and Kara had been sacked from Idol.

Five hours ago they’d all arrived in Hawaii from LA to begin filming auditions for the new season of Idol.

Tomorrow they were due to start work on the new season, today was about getting used to the time differences and in all honesty to have a good time before the long hours of auditions began.

Paula and Simon had decided to use this day to reconnect with one another, the months of no longer seeing each other every week had deeply affected both of them.

Simon opened his eyes to see that everything he had just experienced was no fantasy it was real, laying underneath sweaty and panting was a very sedate Paula Abdul.

He noticed the tear stains coating her cheeks, in his passion he hadn’t forced himself onto her had he?

Simon quickly pulled out of Paula, before she could realise what was going on and react. Simon had placed his pants back on and ran away from her, the utter shame and guilt of what he thought he’d done overwhelmed him.

Paula opened her eyes too see Simon’s body becoming smaller and smaller as he ran off into the distance away from her.

“Si,” Paula whispered as her hand fell through the air, the spot that Simon occupied was now filled with nothing but air.

Paula clambered to her feet where she dressed quickly not bothered if her clothes weren’t on properly or how her hair looked like hair sex, she needed to find out why Simon ran away from her the way he did and why.

“Simon!” Paula screamed as she ran in the direction that Simon had disappeared in.

Paula was running around in a state of panic as she searched in vain for Simon, wherever she looked she couldn’t find him until she stopped outside of a closet.
She needed to catch her breath but that’s when she heard it, she pressed her head closer to the door where she heard a quiet sobbing emanating from behind the door.

Slowly she pressed down on the handle, relief shot through when the door slowly opened allowing her to step inside and lock the door behind her.
Her eyes locked in on Simon curled up into a ball in front of her sobbing quietly as he rocked back and forth in a gentle rhythm.

“I think I raped her.” her heart fell into her throat as those words left Simon’s mouth, “He never raped me,” she spoke in her mind, he didn’t rape her at all so why the hell was he thinking this.

He was to wrapped up in his own guilt to notice Paula kneeling in front of him, his head snapped up when he felt her pushing his legs apart so that she could kneel between them as she wrapped her arms around him.

“You fucking idiot!” Paula screamed as she pushed Simon backwards onto his back as her mouth assaulted his.

“You didn’t rape me!” Paula mumbled against Simon’s lips as her tongue entered his mouth, exploring and tasting ever part she found.

Simon stared at her opened mouth as Paula pulled her head away from him, she straddled his legs as she ran her hands under his shirt and up his chest, her fingers revelling in the feel of his chest hair between her fingers.

“I want you,” Paula whispered as her hands began their journey south coming into contact with the button on his badly done up jeans. She watched as his breathing increased became more laboured as she swiftly unhooked the button so that she could push his jeans down his legs, enabling her to focus on the object being hidden away from her.

She felt a huge grin creeping across her face as she immediately noticed his raging erection, threatening to come through his boxers at any moment.
“You want me too,” she whispered as he gasped loudly when he felt her fingers wrapping themselves around his length as her mouth descended on his once more this time more raw and passionate.

Paula squealed loudly when Simon flipped them over, he placed her fingers on the elastic of his boxers as he began sucking on her neck roughly as his hands caressed and manipulated her breasts through the fabric of her top.

“Si,” she whimpered as his hands left her breasts and went straight for her skirt, ripping it down the middle in his haste to see her glistening womanhood once more, he looked at her in awe as she lay on display for him, her hair was tussled, her whole body was crying out to him. How the hell did he ever think he’d raped her when here she was practically doing the same to him giving him the hot sex they’d just experienced.

“Fuck!” Paula wailed as she felt Simon’s rock hard cock teasing her aching mound as Simon tortured her mercilessly by rubbing his cock through her drenched lips.

“Mother fucking!” Simon yelled as he felt Paula’s tiny little fingers roughly grabing his manhood tightly as she thrust his cock into her, screaming at the pain of the harsh penetration, both stilled for a moment before Simon lifted her legs onto his shoulders where she locked her ankles together around his neck.

“You little sod,” Simon stuttered as he began pounding into her over and over again, quickening his thrusts every time Paula let out a scream. “Ssh people will hear us,” Simon whispered as he placed his rolled up shirt into her mouth effectively silencing her screams as he pounded into her.

Paula was more than turned on when Simon placed his shirt into her mouth, she could feel her orgasm building and building strongly as Simon pounded into over and over again until she screamed so loudly that the shirt didn’t stifle her screams when her orgasm hit her.

And so their affair began.

The thirst would need to be quenched.