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Visitors came to Langkawi, Malaysia for two reasons: Business and pleasure. Kristina and Philippe found themselves enjoying both. Philippe had just concluded his business conferences in the luxurious Four Seasons hotel and was looking forward to getting one last night of good sleep before heading to the airport in the morning. Kristina, on the other hand, had only just arrived. She had a few meetings that required her attention throughout the weekend.
Despite the fact that their ships were about to pass during the night, they found themselves in the hotel’s bar late at night. The families who had chosen to stay at the Four Seasons had long since packed it in for the night. Those that remained were honeymooners and business workers.
Not everyone could tell which was which.
Kristina arrived at the bar first. She wasn’t dressed particularly fancy since she had gotten off the plane a few hours earlier. Yet she still had a blouse that wasn’t too wrinkled and a skirt without any stains. Her makeup had been refreshed and her hair brushed. Ordering herself a cocktail to start the evening off, she glanced around at the others in the bar. A few handsome men were around, but no one was particularly eye-catching.
Philippe entered the hotel bar a half-hour later. Having finished his last meeting for the night, he was still dressed to impress. A sleek suit that was perfectly tailored to his frame and in a modern navy adorned his form. His hair was slightly askew from the several times he had run his fingers through it during his presentation.
## On a high…
But he was a man high from a victory and confidence brimmed with every step. He required a celebratory drink and several of them. A quick glance was given to the occupants at the bar. They settled on a young woman drinking alone in the middle. It was easy to read the scene. If she was in the far corner, then it was a sign that she wanted to drink alone. Right in the middle meant she was open to being approached.
Philippe casually made his way over and took the stool one down from hers, a stool between them for politeness. “Bonjour,” he greeted her with a charming tip of his head.
“Oh, Bonjour!” Kristina replied with a warm smile, immediately charmed by the French accent. “You’re French? That’s really the only French word I know, sadly. I took Mandarin in school.”
“Ah, an American,” Philippe grinned wider, returning her smile. “Oui, I’m from Toulouse.” “Seattle,” she replied, “that’s in Washington State. Not DC where the White House is.” “Ah, oui, I know of it. Lots of trees. Cold, no?” Philippe inquired.
“It can be,” Kristina agreed, “but we know how to keep ourselves warm,” she added, the smallest hint of a purr in her voice. Philippe inwardly grinned at that.
“May I buy you a drink, Mademoiselle . . . ?” he tapered off, searching for her name. “Kristina,” she introduced herself and held out her hand. “And you are?”
“Philippe,” he replied, shaking her hand firmly but then lightly tugged it just enough, so he could press a kiss to her knuckles. Her face turned a pretty red at that. “A drink then, Mademoiselle Kristina?”
“Mm, I do like how you pronounce my name,” she laughed lightly. “Sure, go ahead. I was planning to down a few, anyway. I have a long weekend ahead of me of nothing but meetings.”
“Ah, this torture I have only just survived,” Philippe sighed in empathy, “but alas, I am done. I return to France tomorrow.”
## Show me the ropes…
“Oh?” she frowned. “That’s too bad. I was hoping someone around here might show me the ropes. I may be here for business, but I intend on having a good time while I’m here. Can’t even remember the last time I had a vacation in such a nice place.”
Philippe chuckled. “Well, I don’t know about the whole weekend, but I might be able to show you a thing or two . . . tonight,” he hinted lightly.
“Mmm?” Kristina lifted an eyebrow and helped herself to one of the cherries that came in her cocktail. Her tongue lightly teased along the stem, then circled the ball of the cherry. She made quite the provocative sight–though only for him. “Is that so?” she hummed, before sucking the cherry into her mouth and popping it clean off the stem.
“Indeeed,” Philippe confirmed. “And perhaps, in return, you might show me how Washington girls keep themselves warm at night.”
“Mm,” she nodded. “Well, for that . . . we’re going to need a basket of fruit.”
His eyebrow lifted at that. “Well, well. Aren’t you a fun one? Very well then. Let’s see what’s in that mind of yours. My place or yours?”
Kristina finished off her cocktail then stood. “Mine. All of this is on my boss’ bill, anyway. He can afford a large fruit basket. Come with me, Philippe. You’re never going to have sex the same way again,” she smirked.
Intrigued by this bold American, Philippe rose with her and offered her his arm. Together, they left the hotel bar and headed for the elevator. Late as it was, they were able to snag one alone together. The tension only seemed to rise with each floor that they climbed. Kristina slowly drew herself closer to him.
It was quite easy to be attracted to Philippe with his sensual lips and dark eyes. He thought much the same of her. She had fiery hair and equally blooming and sinful lips. Just two floors from their goal, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers. There was only a brief moment of awkwardness in which they learned each other’s lips.
By the second to last floor, their tongues were tangled and they were gripping each other desperately. Lust, hot and desperate, filled their veins. The elevator rang their arrival, and they barely separated one another. Kristina took the lead, tugging him with her down the hall. Blindly, they searched for the door to her room.
When she found her number, she broke away from him and tried to find her key card. Philippe pressed to her back, kissing and suckling into her neck. Their breaths came heavy, feverish.
With a small beep, the door opened, and they practically stumbled inside. It was dark save a single light she had kept on by the bed. “I’ll order the basket,” she managed to gasp out, then pushed him onto the bed, “you just lay there.” Philippe chuckled at that and started to remove his shoes.
## Room service…
Ordering room service, she had them send their finest wine package up to her room. It was the only package that came with the fruit basket she desired. As they waited for it to arrive, Kristina happily moved onto his lap. Their kisses resumed, heated and needy, pulling at each other’s clothes in the process.
She could feel him coming alive below her and that only excited her further. Her hips pressed down into him, making him groan, and rubbed them together harder, faster. She circled her hips against him, causing them both to moan. Just before she was about to tug his pants down, there was a knock at the door.
“Room service!” came a friendly voice.
Panting, she pushed her hair into something a bit more respectable and straightened her clothes. Then she moved to the door, her legs slightly wobbly from the sheer desire coursing between them, and managed to open the door. “Your order, miss,” the waiter smiled and handed her the basket.
“Thanks so much, bye!” Kristina all but slammed the door in his face and turned to her partner. “Here we are,” she hummed, discarding the wine was placed on the table and forgotten.
In the basket was an array of fruits. Bananas, grapes, papayas, mangoes, dragonfruit, passion fruit, and an assortment of others. Some of them were already cut while others remained whole. “Alright, I am curious to know what you have in mind here,” Philippe admitted, sitting up on the bed. There was a noticeable tent in his trousers.
“Fruit,” Kristina explained, “can enhance your senses. Not to mention it has quite a few virility properties. You could potentially last for some time with these. And who doesn’t want that?” she purred. “I’ll begin.”
With that, she stripped down in front of him, boldly tossing him her pair of panties. Philippe chuckled and watched in interest as she took papaya and squeezed the juice over her breasts and tummy. “Come,” she bade him, “feast.”
Curious, Philippe came over and drew his tongue over her breast. The sweet flavor of the papaya mixed with the scent and warmth of her only drove his desire for her into overdrive. He moaned and began to suckle heavily on her breasts. Kristina gasped at his passionate display, her fingers toying with his hair.
Philippe squeezed more of the papaya juice on her skin, then suckled it off as well. He traced every drop, making her shiver from his attention. Having gotten the idea, he initiated from there. First, he fed her a grape, then kissed her afterward, tasting the sweet flavor on her tongue. Then he reached for the dragonfruit. Smirking, he suddenly pressed it up against her entrance.
## Fuck, that’s cold……
Kristina gasped sharply, her hips jerking down for a moment as he teased her clit with it. “Fuck, that’s cold . . . and so wet,” she groaned. It electrified her nerves and kept her pulsing with desire. Philippe rubbed her clit with it a bit longer before lowering down and consuming the dragon fruit bits that were left behind. She cried out at the sudden change of temperature, her body becoming flushed with arousal.
Philippe groaned at the taste of the dragon fruit with her own flavor. His tongue toyed with her center, just dipping in enough for her to feel it and cry out, then departing. He continued to toy with her until she was practically sobbing for him to take her.
Watching her, he slowly began to remove his clothes. Her eyes ate him up hungrily. Once his pants were off, she gasped at the sight of his cock. “Fuck, you need to put that inside of me,” she groaned, “but first.” She took the mango that had been cut in half and held it up against her. “Fuck me through this.”
Philippe lifted an eyebrow, but he trusted her. Using the fruit thus far had been a lot of fun. Holding it in place for her, Philippe slowly rubbed his tip against the wet and soft interior of the mango. He groaned heavily in his throat, finding it far more pleasurable than he would have guessed. Then he began to push through it.
His pleasure only seemed to increase, the fruit making a perfect mold of his cock. Once his tip started to enter her, she cried out as well. With the mango resting between her and his balls, Philippe found his cock wrapped more tightly than it ever had been before. Groaning, he started to thrust, his balls beating against the mango as he fucked her.
Kristina gasped sharply, his large cock filling her up with every inch. He was easily one of the largest lovers she’d ever taken to bed. “Fuck yes, just like that,” she panted. “Don’t stop, that feels so good.” The exterior of the mango was scratching and rubbing against her clit in just the right way.
## Fuck faster……
Philippe moaned and sped up, his arousal overtaking him and forcing him to fuck faster, harder, to lose himself in the desire and lust that was turning his vision red. “More!” Kristina cried. “Give me more!” Even as his hips quickened, Philippe found himself reaching for one of the bananas. With a bit of effort, he managed to penetrate her with the banana along with his cock.
She cried out at being double stuffed, her legs opening wide. “Yes!” she called out, her eyes wide with pleasure, “Oh my fucking god! YES! Just like that!”
The bed rocked under his passionate movements. Philippe moved them faster and faster until she started to breathe heavily. “Oh I’m–” and she never got the words out. Philippe could feel her squeezing around him over and over as she orgasmed. That mixed with the tight squeeze of the mango was all he could take.
Seconds later, he was orgasming with her. It ran sharply through him, his balls thrumming, as he released inside of her. He groaned, guttural, as he emptied inside of her. Then, pulling out, their bodies a mess, he fell onto the bed. They were both seeing stars.
“Fuck,” was all Philippe could say.
Kristina laughed and looked over at him. “Just you wait and see what I can do with kiwis.”
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I have to say that’s a pretty good looking papaya.