The sun was high in the sky before Jon awoke the next morning. He found himself naked and on his back. He was on his luxurious bed with the island girl sleeping at his side, her arms still around his shoulder and her face nuzzling his breast. Her head was under his chin and the smell of her hair drifted up his nostrils. The ocean air had mixed with her natural musk and it created quite an unusual scent.
Jon gently stroked her long hair, which no ran free down her back. She responded with a satisfied murmur then settled back into her slumber.
From his vantage point Jon tried his best to look around the room. He was relieved to find the magic bra suspended from a large hardback at the end of the bookshelf, where he must've left it last night. The rest of his wardrobe may as well fall into the sea for all he cared, but he couldn't afford to lose that bra.
Then Jon realised he would need to wear the bra again at some point. Last time he tried that he was flat-chested and he had still failed miserably. He imagined it couldn't be anything but harder right now, with his boobs a little too big for the bra. And he'd not even made any of the wishes he had invented this vacation in order to make!
Though as he looked at the dark-skinned beauty nuzzling his breast, he found it hard to regret the choices he'd made so far.
As if on cue, Jon felt the girl's mouth begin to play with his nipple. A bolt of pleasure surged from his chest and Jon moaned despite himself. He heard a titter of laughter from his companion and responded by holding her head to his chest, smothering her with his tits.
The pair laughed and kissed and after that, Jon pretty much lost track of the rest of the day. Much of it was lost in happy exhausted slumber, punctuated by heavy petting and sex. They made love in the cabin, on the sand and even in the water of the surf rolling up the beach.
The girl disappeared into the jungle for a while late in the afternoon but she soon returned, wearing a palm leaf loincloth (neither of them had worn a lick of clothing all day) and carrying half a coconut shell which contained a gooey white paste. Jon sat, still naked, and watched curiously as she used the paste to re-apply the white markings which had been wiped off her body by passion and sea water.
She noticed him and began to turn it into a show, subtly massaged her ample breasts as she painted over her large, dark nipples with thick paste. Jon's eyes nearly bulged out of his skull. He'd never seen a woman who could be so incredibly sexy, without even seeming to try.
The girl came over to him next, and raised the coconut cup. As he took it from her uncertainly, she scooped some of the substance out with her fingers and began to decorate him. The paste was surprisingly cool and Jon didn't resist her gentle touch - especially when her dextrous fingers finally moved to paint his breasts. She even provided him with a palm loincloth, and then tied her seashell necklace round his neck.
Jon was flattered at her affections and responded in the best way he could, by kissing her softly on the lips. Whatever significance there may be in her act of clothing and painting him to be like her, Jon guessed only that she cared for him so much that she wanted him to be a part of her life. It was then that he realised how much he would like her to be a part of his.
