Scott and Summer lived a fairly normal life....well hell, very normal in light of what was soon to pass! They had busy schedules..Scott as a writer, occasionally traveling to support his novels or articles in newspapers and Summer as a consultant...her hours, like his, flexible and varying. Their schedules were full but also with their flexibility afforded them much time together. And that time, they rarely waisted. Summer, as befitted her name, tended to gravitate towards the sun...thus they spent much of their free time traveling to exotic spots...far away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. In fact, it had become somewhat of a game between the two of them...who could top whom in terms of faraway escapes that the other had never heard of. Their adventures led to many an island getaway and many long weeks filled with sun, fun, good food...and did I mention fun?? More fun than was humanly possible....especially sexually. They were both sexually active and adventurous people. Scott had always harbored some fetishes that remained dormant until he met Summer. With her, he was able to explore some of his more explicit fantasies..mostly involving her incredibly smooth legs and incredibly soft feet! Scott had been a leg and foot fetishist since as long as he could remember, he just never realized that he would meet his match in a woman! Summer loved having her feet pampered and cared for...loved even more to find exotic different shoes that she knew would excite Scott. Thus they lived a very active and fun filled sexual life...one that neither would realize..would soon take on whole new and different dimensions!

It had been Summer's turn to pick the vacation spot and she had been working on it vigorously. Over the last five years it seems they had visited nearly every island imaginable...so Summer knew her work was cut out for her. She never went the conventional route of just calling up a travel agency..knowing they would only have the standard fair that they had both come accustom to. She scowered the internet for weeks before she came upon something different and unique. It was a villa..but not an ordinary villa...it was a villa on an uninhabited island some 2000 miles off the coast of South America. The trip itself would take three days all told..there and back...and they would need to secure 2 full weeks of their time. It was a rented villa from an eccentric billionaire....one which was fully staffed and used only sparingly by the aging billionaire. What was interesting about the villa, was not the price...which was fairly but not overtly steep, but rather the qualifications for obtaining the rights to rent it. He requested that any potential suiters send him an essay, stating their intentions on the trip and why in fact they wanted to go there. Summer eagerly set about to right the essay...it took her three days to come up with, what she thought was, an outstanding essay. She emailed it and went about her business..anxious for her little hidden jewel to become reality.

A few weeks passed and Summer was becoming a bit antsy. Scott had been hounding her concerning their vacation plans and she was starting to get worried that they would have to 'settle' for an ordinary island that they had been to before..and she would face the wrath of his constant teasing. As luck would have it, however, that night when Summer returned home from a consulting job...she had an email from the billionaire! She read through his long worded email..right down to the final paragraph. In it, he stated that he indeed was impressed with her essay and felt comfortable supplying his villa to two such adventurous people. He went on to forward her a document containing the explicit instructions concerning the villa including a few waivers that Summer barely glanced at and signed off on. She could barely contain her excitement and looked forward to showing Scott when he returned home.

That night, Summer led Scott to the office which housed their computer and began explaining her vacation story. Scott became more and more intrigued and couldn't wait to open up the email and check out some of the pictures from the villa. As he did so, sitting at the desk...Summer positioned herself to one side of the desk. Sitting down..she expertly slipped off one shoe and slowly slid her barefoot up Scott's leg and into his lap...her playful toes curled around Scott's trousers...soon feeling their way around his growing bulge. Scott, smiling to himself, tried to forge on with his reading as Summer continued her teasing..toes reaching grasping at his now prominant erection. Soon Summer's expert toes were unzipping Scott's pants and his erection was freed from his pants....'Oh honey...' Scott moaned softly as Summer smiled..her soles now pressed on either side of his arousal. 'Just keep reading honey...' she giggled as Scott tried as best he could to read as her soles pressed against his erection...pre cum soon dripping from his throbbing arousal. Scott could take no more...exiting the email and sliding up on his chair to meet Summer's hungry lips with his own...he kissed her passionately and deeply...his hands sliding down her body...lifting her rump slightly to remove her shorts...her legs spread...he stood and eased his arousal inside her waiting excitement. She moaned loudly...her back now arched and taking him in as Scott nibbled at her neck..her legs now tightening around his back. Too soon they were both near orgasm....he gripped her tightly as Summer cried out in his embrace and Scott's body shuddered with orgasm....they were both spent...and only a preview of things to come on their trip to the island!

The trip to the secluded island was indeed incredibly long. They flew to Miami...got a connecting charter to Brazil...and then actually got to take his private yacht to the island. It was a great trip though...and Summer's sexual appetite did not dissapoint Scott...lets see, the plane..the plane again...oh and the yacht. It was going to be quite a couple of weeks indeed!! Luckily, as they did have some reservations, the island did NOT dissapoint! It was actually something straight out of fantasy island.....tons of trees..filled with exotic fruits...the only difference..no hustle and bustle whatsoever! They were greeted with one of the many servants on the island once they left the yacht....he led them to a waiting limo which quickly shuffled them off to the villa..which was located on the beach on the other side of the island. The view was exquisite....mountain side on one side of the villa...ocean as far as the eye could see on the other. The villa was equipped with everything one could ask for...including 3 servants who cooked, cleaned and tended to their every needs. They had their own quarter which were adjacent to the villa..quarters, mind you, that were nicer than any home Scott and Summer had ever been in. Scott and Summer waisted little time....they spent that first day jet skiing in the ocean water...dining amongst the trees for a late snack and of course..making love on the sandy beach under the moonlight. In fact, this was basically their daily routine for two weeks....they explored as well..visiting the mountain side...there finding an incredibly beautiful waterfall..at which they skinny dipped at its bottom. It was a completely idealic two weeks..the servants could not have been more accomidating..the food could not have been better...and the sun could not have been brighter. As the days approached before they had to leave, Scott and Summer wishfully wondered how they could convince the billionaire to will this paradise to them.

On the last day, Scott and Summer decided to do a bit more exploring...packing a lunch and heading out into the vast trees of the island. The air was cool away from the sun's glare under the trees and they spent a wonderful afternoon..exploring..seeing exotic birds and generally having a good time. Towards the later afternoon..they decided to rest under an unusual looking fruit tree.....Scott lay his back against the tree and beckoned Summer to lay near him. Summer, however, had other ideas. Standing over him...she slowly slid off her hiking boot....and then gently started to pull back her sock..letting it dangle from her toes and above his head. She smiled as she looked down and noticed Scott's arousal already starting to form...teasingly..she flicked her ankle and the sock hung precariously from her toes. Feeling frisky, Summer next did something that they would both soon regret...looking up..she noticed one of the strange marroon colored fruit hanging just above her grasp...reaching up..she tugged it free and was examining it..all the while her foot still hanging above Scott's head. Meanwhile Scott's arousal soon got the best of him..and he reached up and tugged her sock free..exposing her soft wiggling toes...his hands soon grasped her ankles and pushed her foot lower..allowing her toes to easily slide into his hungry mouth. Summer moaned softly...pressing one hand against the tree.... As Scott continued to suck..and turned on by the throws of passion, Summer decided to have a bit more fun....squeezing the juices from the strange looking fruit, she lowered it so the juices flowed down her ankle and down to her toes..which Scott drank up heartily. He sucked her sexy toes for all he was worth..enjoying the strange but sweet tasting necter from the fruit. Soon he motioned for her to turn...Summer sliding off her shorts as he did...and she lowered herself just enough so that Scott could taste Summer's own personal sweet necter.....her moans soon echoing through the empty canyon. It was a wonderful end to a wonderful vacation......or so they thought!

Scott slept much of the plane ride from Brazil to Miami. He slept the kind of slumber accustomed to a weary traveler. Summer wasn't much for sleeping on a plane so, having exhausted her magazine reading supply, decided to read in more detail the instructions that the billionaire left. It was a rather boring read...mostly legal mumbo jumbo that really didn't seem to matter at this point. She was about to put down the boring material until she happened upon one chapter in particular....she read with careful detail the eccentric billionaire's warning not to eat anything UNLESS supplied by the servants. He stated that while nothing on the island was deadly poisonous....many of the exotic fruits and plants had been rumored over time to create interesting and unusual results. The words chilled Summer at first...and she looked over at the slumbering Scott remembering the fruit juices he sucked off of her toes.....Nah...she thought....its just an old wives tale from the island.......

If only she were right!

To Be Continued

There's nothing like a slow buildup..I always say. Now....on with the story!

It had been a week since they were back from their island getaway. Summer had long since forgotten about her belated reading of the various warnings for the island. Everything seemed fine...life was more or less back to normal. Scott had decided that he had enjoyed too much in the good food and drink and decided to take up a rather strenuous workout regime. Alas, with work and other commitments...he really hadn't kept up with it and feared to hear the results of his physical later that week. He had set it up months ago and nearly forgotten about it..until Summer had reminded him, cruelly he thought, on the flight home. Thus his aborted workout regime. So it was with much hesitation that Scott headed off to the doctor's that fateful morning.

Jim Murphy had been Scott's doctor since he started out his own practice. He was a few years older than Scott but he had grown up in the same neighborhood so Scott felt comfortable having him as his doctor. They small talked throughout the physical...exchanged stories about the old neighborhood and made plans to take in a ballgame later on in the month. As Scott got up to leave, for the heck of it, he figured he'd ask about his weight....how bad could it be he thought?? 'Jimbo..give it to me straight..how bad is the weight?' Scott asked while sliding on his dress shirt. Jim, not looking up from his file, nonchalantly replied ' Oh not bad at all Scott...I'd love to be 176 lbs.' Scott shook his head...doing some quick math..he'd have had to lose some 22 lbs in little over a week?! That couldn't be! '176?? I just got back from vacation Jim...I thought I was gonna be a few pounds over not under' Scott looked..wide eyed at Jim..looking for answers. Dr. Murphy seemed nonplussed, 'Well maybe the island food agreed with you Scott...a few pounds here or there is no big deal.' Scott pressed on, 'Jim....I was around 195 when I LEFT for the trip! There's no WAY I dropped 22 lbs! Your scale has to be off!' Jim seemed a bit concerned but offered up a few other reasons...perhaps Scott's scale at home was off 10 or so pounds...asked if he got seasick at all or anything like that. Scott answered in the negative to all of the above. Then Jim dropped the line that made Scott's stomach turn and sweat beads build on his forehead....'Well Scott...for your height...195 is a bit thick...176 is more in line with someone who's 5'9.' Scott shook his head....'ha...5'9, that's funny Jim...I haven't been 5'9 since 7th grade. Try 6'1.....195 isn't so bad for 6'1' Jim looked across Scott from his desk chair oddly, 'That would be true Scott..but I measured you...you are 5'9' Scott sat frozen....the words not coming freely from his partially opened mouth.

To Be Continued...hopefully soon