Another tedious seminar over and... One, two, three to go. He counts the remaining seminars he has signed up for, and hopes for the following speakers to be better. Just go to a few seminars, and write it off as company expense, they told him. Have fun in the sun the rest of the time, they said. So far, it's been mind-numbing. I could've taken a webinar, sitting on my couch at home for this shit, he thinks, throwing one of the many pamphlets he was given, in the bin.

Passing the vast lobby of the Paradise, he heads towards the elevators. With the rest of the day off, taking a tour of the island and a dip in the ocean sounds like a perfect plan.

He hesitates before stepping into the crowded elevator, but after taking a deep breath he pushes himself in between the chubby, pale men in Hawaiian shirts, and sunburned old ladies. As the salty aroma of the sea, mixed with alcohol and cheap perfume hits him, he makes a mental note to take the stairs the next time.

Standing in front of his hotel room he searches his pockets for the key.

"Where did I put that damned card?" He mutters and freezes.

"Oh, fuck!" He hits the door as he recalls putting the card in between the last pamphlet he was given.

Heading back the corridor, he passes the elevator and opts for the stairs. Running down as fast as his feet can take him, he reaches the lobby in no time, and bolts to the bin in which he threw his pamphlets.

"No fucking way!" He stares at the empty bin.

"Some fucking quick cleaners they have over here." He mutters, gaining a few confused looks from group of ladies walking nearby.

The receptionist looks at him with a huge smile plastered on her pretty face, as he approaches the desk.

"Good day, sir. How may I help you?"

"I've... Um... I seem to have lost my key."

"I'll need your name, and room number, sir."

He glances at the name tag with his name and picture, hanging from his chest pocket. Not the brightest bulb on the porch, he thinks.

"Grey, Christian Grey. And I'm in room 313." Donald Duck's license plate number, easy to remember.

"Just a moment, Mr. Grey, and we'll replace your key. The old key, if you would happen to find it, will not work any longer."

"Thank you."

By the time he reaches the hotel room and manages to get in, the sightseeing tour has left and he's left to mend for himself for the rest of the afternoon. Taking off his dress shirt and straight pinstripe trousers, he changes to baggy shorts and a tee. He rummages through his bag until he finds his sandals and throws them on the carpeted floor. Better hit the can, before going out, he decides and he walks over to the en suite bathroom barefoot, only to realize that the carpet is wet and squishy beneath him. "What the hell?"

Pushing the bathroom door open, he sees the floor covered with water. "Just fucking perfect."

Dialing 0, on the phone by the bed he gets through to the hotel reception.

"Reception"

"This is Christian Grey, from 313, there's a leakage in my room. The whole bathroom is soaked."

"We'll send someone up immediately, sir." He hangs up.

"Fucking Paradise, my ass. They should've named it Hell." He mutters and throws all his stuff into his bag waiting for someone to come to check on his room.

A few hours later Christian is standing by the reception as the manager is typing on the computer.

"We are so sorry for the inconvenience, sir. But I'm pleased to tell you, that we managed to arrange a replacement room for you, and we hope you'll enjoy the rest of your stay here at Paradise. Here is your key, sir. Your luggage has already been taken there. Just take the door on the left and follow the signs." The manager gives him a warm smile.

Christian looks at the key and sighs before picking it up and walking in the direction the manager pointed him. He looks at the signs, and almost loses faith before he sees the sign pointing the direction for the rooms 101-105.

He walks a narrow stone path, surrounded by plants and palm trees. The moist tropical heat engulfs him, and the scent of flowers and sounds of birds attack all his senses. The path takes a turn and descends towards the ocean. Where is my room? In a shed in the middle of the fucking rainforest? He ponders as the path becomes even tighter. Soon he arrives at a bungalow with 105 written in bronze numbers on the door. He looks at his key, and continues further along the path until he reaches the bungalow with the number 101.

The key fits the lock and he can't believe his luck as he takes in his new room, aka a private bungalow on the beach. The entrance opens up to a spacious living room, with enormous windows towards the ocean that makes you feel like you are sitting right there on the beach. He walks to the window, slides open the glass door and steps out onto the wooden patio situated on just few feet from the sand. The warm heat and the salty ocean air wash over him and he doesn't even try to hide the wide smile on his lips. Now this is more like it!

Going back in to check that his luggage is indeed already there, he sees the plate of fruit and the tall glass drink poured for him with the note sating: Enjoy your stay in Paradise.

Taking his drink and the fruit to the patio, he sits down in the sun chair, kicks off his sandals and smiles as he watches a group of women in skimpy bikinis walking along the beach. Now this is paradise, he thinks and lifts his glass to toast the world.

After a few drinks he decides to take a stroll on the beach. Leaving his shirt and sandals on the patio he takes the chance to get some much needed sun to his torso. Having naturally golden brown skin, thanks to the mixture of races somewhere down his bloodline, gives him the advantage of becoming tanned by the mere sight of the sun.

He walks along the waterline, enjoying the warmth, and the ladies sunbathing top-less. A beach vendor selling cool beer is nearby, so Christian, digging for coins in his pockets, waves him over.

"Enjoying Paradise, my man?" the young man asks, taking out an ice cold beer from his cool box.

"Starting to."

"First day here?"

"Yeah..."

"Trust me, man. It doesn't get better than Paradise."

"If you say so, I'll take your word for it. What do I owe you for the beer?"

" 'S on the house, my man, on the house."

"Well, alright then. Thanks."

Christian continues walking until he reaches the end of the beach belonging to the Paradise. He leaves the part reserved for hotel guests and heads towards the part of the beach where the locals go. The music leads him to a bar on the border of the beach where a group of dark skinned beauties are already dancing to the music playing in the background.

He goes to the bar and sits down waving to the bartender with long dreadlocks and a bunch of different colored bracelets on his wrists to come over.

"What can I get you?"

"I don't know... Something local?" Christian frowns looking at the long colorful line of liquor bottles on the wall.

"One rum and coke coming up then." The bartender winks, his gold tooth shining as he smiles widely.

"You' on vacation?" The bartender asks as he gives Christian the drink.

"No, I'm attending the conference at Paradise."

"Really? You don't look like it."

Christian takes that as a compliment, remembering the pale guys in Hawaiian shirts and white socks with sandals he encountered in the elevator.

"Thanks." Christian grins at the bartender.

Chitchatting with the bartender while sipping one drink after another, he starts feeling that soft buzz of the alcohol he's consumed, and he starts to relax. The crowd around him grows, as the sunset approaches. The bartender has no longer time to chat, so Christian turns around in his chair, and looks at the people in the bar, now jam-packed with locals, with only a few odd white, well more like lobster red, tourists in between. Taking his fourth or fifth, he has lost count, rum and coke with him, he walks past the crowded dance floor to the deserted beach and sits down in the sand staring into nowhere, lost in thoughts.

A pair of pretty feet, with red nail polish and a charm anklet walk into his sight. He lifts his gaze, trailing up the tanned legs, the large scarf, tied only behind her neck, wrapped around her well-formed body, until he reaches the ocean blue eyes of the prettiest girl he has ever seen.

"Mind if I join you?" She asks already sitting down next to him, the gap in the scarf revealing more of her toned legs, and a glimpse of her black bikini bottom, before she straightens it again.

He smiles at her and shrugs. She's already sitting, so I guess I don't mind, he thinks, but doesn't say anything.

"Cat stole your tongue?" She asks, looking at him.

"Nope, I'm just not much of a talker I guess."

"Yeah... Me neither." She draws mindless circles and waves in the sand between her feet as silence falls between them.

"So." They say simultaneously, pause and laugh.

"Ladies first." He says.

"Oh, polite. I like it." The moonlight sparkles in her eyes as she smiles at him. "I've been looking at you from over there for a while and you seem a bit lonely."

"Lonely?"

"Yeah... Are you alone, or are you waiting for someone?"

"I'm all alone."

"No you're not." She giggles, and he looks at her and frowns.

"I'm not?"

"I'm here with you."

He chuckles and toasts her, sipping his drink, until he realizes she doesn't have a drink.

"Can I get you a drink?"

"I'll drink what you're having."

He turns around to wave to the waitress but she stops him by laying her hand on his arm. The touch of her hand surprises him, and the electricity between them renders him silent.

"No. You understood me wrong. I'll have what you're having." She reaches over his lap and takes the glass he laid down on the other side. Her hair falls to his chest and he can't resist breathing in her delicious scent.

"Oh. Okay." He watches her lift his glass to her plump red lips and drink, closing her eyes, humming appreciatively as she puts the glass down between them.

"Now that's a good Cuba Libre."

"Can I get you one?" He asks taking a sip from the glass making sure he uses the same spot as she did.

"I prefer yours. You know, to stay on the safe side." She nudges him with her shoulder making his breathing quicker.

"Are you from around here?" He asks, trying to make conversation, way beyond his comfort zone.

"Nah... I'm on vacation. What brings you here?"

"I'm attending the conference at the Paradise." He waves towards the hotel.

"Oh, that's a nice hotel."

"Yeah, so people keep telling me. So far I've just been bored senseless at a seminar. Watching paint dry would've been more interesting. And the rest of the day hasn't been much better... Well until now."

She looks at him, her eyes' shine competing with the smile on her lips, as she stands up, she offers him her hands.

"Come dance with me."

"Here?"

"Yes here, I love this song."

Before he can say anything, he is already up and her arms are wrapped around his neck, her cheek pressed against his naked chest. He places his hands around her waist, resting them just above her round, perfectly shaped bottom. The outside world ceases to exists, their universe consisting only of the two of them swaying gently on the moonlit beach to the rhythm of the music.

She moves her hips, grinding against him without even realizing it. He spreads his fingers keeping his hands low on the small of her back, the edge of the bikini bottoms beneath his fingers. Her breath hits his skin as she sings along. "Hoy es noche de sexo... Y voy a a cumplir tus fantasias..." His body is reacting to her. Her touch alone, is making his blood rush south and the words she's singing are not helping things. He might not be an expert in Spanish, but noche de sexo, doesn't really leave much room for misinterpretation.

A breeze blows from the ocean giving them both goose bumps, but they can't tell if it's from the chill or from the electricity cracking between their bodies.

He holds her tighter as she plays with the hair in his neck. She looks up at him and her eyes are burning with desire matching the roaring fire within him. In a heartbeat, his lips crash on hers, the sweet warmth of her mouth is welcoming him to a sensual tango of tongues.

She pulls him in the direction of the Paradise, and he follows her. He would follow her to hell, at this point. They stop every few feet to kiss and fondle, both of them groping the other as much as they can while in sight of people.

They get to a secluded part of the beach, just out of sight from the bar and from the hotel.

"No one can see us here." He says as he lets her lips go. She looks around and nods. They fall onto the sand, their kiss so deep you can't tell where one begins and the other ends.

He lies on her, his feet between hers and as they kiss he grinds his erection against her bikini glad pussy.

He kisses her neck, enjoying her exotic scent as he trails from beneath her ear, licking and tasting her, down to her breasts covered only by the triangles of her bikini.

Her nipples pucker under his touch and he pushes the fabric aside to savor a taste of her perfectly formed breasts. Circling her nipple with his tongue, makes her arch her back, and as he gently tugs on it with his teeth she moans and threads her fingers through his hair. He takes his sweet time with her breasts, suckling on the soft skin, knowing it'll leave a mark. God knows how long it's been since he has last laid his hands on such perfection, and he's not sure he ever will again. The parted scarf gives perfect access to her body, and he continues his kisses down her tummy towards the border of her bikini.

"May I?" He looks up at her from between her legs.

"Uh huh." She nods and squirms as he finds the lines holding the tiny pieces of fabric together. Slowly, he unties her bikini bottom and shoves it into his pocket, while admiring the perfection laid out in front of him. The smooth tanned skin, laying on the colorful scarf, her chest heaving, and her lip caught between her teeth, as her eyes burn dark with desire... His gaze explores her body until it reaches the thin trail of hair that points him to the treasure glistening in the moonlight.

Scooting back in the sand, Christian leans down and inhales, closing his eyes as he smells her arousal, his own erection bordering on painful, now throbbing hard inside his shorts.

Kissing along the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs he moves closer, his tongue delicately making contact with her swollen clit. She moans shamelessly as he changes the careful approach to a strong, hot, wet devouring of her pussy.

Her screams drown in the thunder of the waves hitting to shore as she orgasms beneath his expert mouth. He moves up, opening his shorts to give his aching manhood much needed space, and kisses her, to silence the last moans with his lips. Her taste in his tongue mixes with the sweet taste of her mouth and all conscious thoughts disappear.

"I need to be inside you." He pants as he lifts his lips from hers and looks at her, her cheeks gloving, her lipstick smudged and her eyes half closed.

"Let me." She says pushing him off her, until his back is in the sand.

She arranges the bikini, hiding her perk nipples from sight before she straddles him, her wetness covering him as she sits there and looks down on him. Her fingers trail over his abs and he's thankful that he has been doing his workout. She tugs on his nipples, leans over and licks one as she looks at him through her lashes, her hair hanging down tickling his chest. She rocks her hips, gliding over his cock, without penetration, and his eyes turn into his head.

Her lips leave his skin, as she sits up, and the sudden loss of warmth makes him shiver.

She lifts herself up and catches his heavy length in her hands, softly squeezing and pumping him before placing the head of his cock at her entrance. She wiggles and the top slips in. Her warm, wet heat feels like heaven and Christian can't help the moan rolling from deep within him as she places her hands on his chest and finally sinks onto his full length.

Her hips grind away, his cock being massaged and squeezed as she picks up the pace, obviously hitting all the right places judging on the look on her face. Pure pleasure. He grabs her ass and feels her muscles working as they stare at each other for what feels like an eternity. She leans down and kisses him.

Grabbing her neck, he holds her close as he flips them over, to give him a chance to fuck her with the skill and passion he's been holding back. The slapping of skin accelerates and soon they are lost devouring each other as their bodies pulse together, him emptying all he's got deep inside her.

"Stay with me tonight?" He asks, looking into her eyes as their breathing evens.

A smile plays on her lips.

"Okay, I'll stay with you. Here? Or are we going to your hotel room?"

"I'll show you." He kisses her once more before getting up and tucking his now flaccid member into his shorts. He watches her tie her scarf around her waist, her full breasts barely covered by her bikini top.

"You want these?" Christian holds out the bikini bottoms.

She smiles and shakes her head.

"No, they're all sandy and wet, I'm fine like this, well, as long as it doesn't blow too much anyway."

They walk towards his bungalow hand in hand, walking on the waterline, their feet sinking into the wet sand in between the waves that reach them.

"What a perfect night to go swim." Christian says gazing towards the nearly full moon that's spreading a pale blue light over the quiet beach.

"It is, isn't it? Too bad we down have towels, it might get a bit chilly walking around wet." She says, stepping a few steps further into the water.

"I don't mind," he says with a cheeky grin, lifting her up and running into the warm ocean.

She squeals and laughs as he dumps her into the waves and dives to touch the bottom before coming back up.

"I can't believe you did this." She feigns frustration, but is grinning widely.

"Me neither." He catches her and kisses her deeply while the waves rock them back and forth.

"You taste salty." She says, her lips still on his.

"You taste like heaven, and I'm not just talking about this." He trails his fingers over her lips and she blushes.

After a few minutes of swimming and diving they head towards the shore.

"So, how far do we have to walk?" She says, shivering as the breeze chills her wet skin.

"Not too far." He wraps his arms around her, turning her towards the bungalow a mere fifty feet away.

"That's your room?"

"Uh huh." He replies kissing her shoulder. "It's a long story, involving a college graduate passing out in the shower, hence causing a flood in my room. This is the replacement."

He gets out the soaked key from his pocket and unlocks the door.

Her jaw drops as she sees the interior.

"This is amazing!" She peaks into every room before disappearing into the bathroom and squealing as she sees the bathtub.

Leaving the tub to get filled, she walks over to Christian who is leaning by the door, watching her.

She turns her back to him, and lifts her wet hair up.

"Help me with this."

He swallows and swiftly untangles the knot, admiring the texture of her skin in the gentle light.

"There you go." He watches in the mirror as the top falls off revealing her beautiful breasts.

She is oblivious to the effect she has on him. Her hands go to the soaked scarf, but he lays his hands on hers.

"Let me." He uses her words from before. He unwraps her, like a delicate present, careful not to break the magic of the moment.

Their eyes meet in the mirror, her perfectly naked body on display in front of him.

Good god, she is perfect, he thinks as he spreads his fingers on her skin, watching the mesmerizing view in the mirror. He sees the hickey he did on her breast and smiles, at least she'll remember him for a few days.

The bath is filled enough so she pushes herself from him, switches off the faucet and leans over to check the temperature.

"Let me get something." Christian disappears to the kitchen, leaving her to enjoy the warm water, while he prepares a little snack for them.

"Champagne?" He asks carrying an ice-bucket with a bottle of Bollinger and two glasses. In the other hand he has a plate with some saltines, cheese, fruit and berries.

She moves to the side of the tub, taking the plate from him and placing it on the wide stone edge. He puts the bucket down and she reaches for the waist of the wet shorts he's still wearing.

"Loose these, and join me." She orders and he is only too happy to comply.

The water is warm, but feels scalding on his cool skin as he climbs into the tub, acutely aware of being butt naked in front of the angel leaning back, watching his every move.

Toasting with champagne, snacking on saltines and fruit, sharing a decadent strawberry or two directly of each others' lips, they spend an hour slowly turning up the sexual tension until it becomes too much to take.

The bathroom is a wet mess as they are desperately trying to get as much skin on skin contact as possible. They kiss and fondle, crashing to walls and doors making their way to the bedroom, to the awaiting king-sized bed.

Once there, she takes matters into her own hands and slides down his body, gripping his thick cock in her hands, gently squeezing before licking him like a Popsicle and sucking him into her mouth. She cups his balls with her hands and flicks her tongue over the bundle of nerves by the top of his cock. He breathes deeply, hissing an out-stretched Yes, and his reaction to her touch heightens her own level of arousal. Looking him in the eyes, she takes him as deep as possible and he desperately fights the urge to grab her head and fuck her mouth.

Letting go of him, she crawls onto the edge of the bed and stays on all four. He stands behind her, drops to his knees and tastes her again, the surprising move making her yelp. Pushing his fingers inside her, he spreads her juices around in preparation.

"Told you... De-fucking-licious." He says as he stands up and pops his fingers into his mouth.

She takes a deep breath as he sinks into her, going balls deep in one swift thrust.

She is spread open in front of him, and he is thoroughly enjoying the view, watching his cock disappear into her with a quickening pace.

He knows it won't be long before she's ready to blow, so he pulls out and turns her around, lifts her legs up, hooking her knees around his arms as he tilts his hips sliding his cock inside her effortlessly.

"Oh god!" She cries out as she orgasms, the pulsing of her core making him follow suit, and he empties himself once more inside her.

Ah yes, paradise indeed, is the last thought running through his mind before sweet oblivion cuts in. They fall asleep in each others' arms, breathing the same air, their fingers weaved together.

The gentle morning sun shining straight onto his face awakens him from his sleep. He turns around and realizes that the bed is empty. Groaning he lifts his head off the pillow, the mixture of drinks and countless rounds of sex during the night leaving his head and body feeling like they've been hit by a Mack truck.

"Hey...?" He raises his raspy voice and realizes that he doesn't even know her name. Flopping back onto the pillow, he covers his eyes with his arm. Oh fuck, back in hell.

He's alone, he realizes after checking every room of the bungalow. All his stuff is as it's supposed to be, except for a lacking pair of CK boxers and a t-shirt. The black bikini is still hanging in the bathroom, but the scarf is gone.

"She left." He says to himself more than a bit disappointed. "And you stupid son of a bitch, didn't even get her name, not to mention her number."

After getting dressed and hiding his eyes behind aviators, he takes two Advil with a strong cup of coffee and heads to the first seminar of the day.

The day goes quickly, and thankfully the lecturers today are a lot better than yesterday, but his mind is elsewhere. He keeps on scanning the crowds for a glimpse of the angel that entered his paradise, but with no luck.

Maybe I was imagining it all? He starts questioning himself, but the hickey she left on his chest as revenge, and the bikini in his pocket, proves that it really happened.

The second and last night of his stay he walks the beach hoping to find her, but no to avail. He retreats to his bungalow sulking, making even the beach vendor question his sanity. No one sulks at Paradise, it's unheard of.

The following morning dawns, and there's no news. His mood is again in the same gutter it was in the first day, when he found the swamped bathroom.

As he's returning the key to the reception the manager smiles at him.

"Mr. Grey! I hope you enjoyed your replacement room."

"Yeah, it was a nice. Thanks."

The manager frowns at the lack of enthusiasm, but doesn't comment further.

The bumpy ride to the airport doesn't take long. Christian sits in the backseat, staring at the green landscape flying by, the radio blaring a now familiar song. Noche de sexo. He sighs. He can't believe he did it. One night stands have never been his cup of tea.

The airport is crowded and in the tropical heat the barely working air conditioning is just making things worse. The only difference between tourists leaving and arriving is fifty shades of red. A rowdy group of hung-over men block the security check and Christian glances to his watch every now and then, now starting to worry about catching his flight.

Arriving at the gate, on time, the attendant tells him his seating has been changed. There was some issue with a family with kids, it appears. Oh, just fucking great, he curses, now I'll have to sit crammed into a tiny seat instead of sitting in the first row, with the legroom.

Christian stands in the bus that drives the passengers to the plane, the heat is stifling and the day old alcohol reeking from most of the passengers is turning his stomach.

Climbing up the shabby stairs to the plane, he's just happy that this'll soon be over. The attendant greeting the passengers points him towards the front of the plane.

"You're in seat A4, sir. Have a nice flight." She smiles at him but he just nods politely, not even noticing her beauty, all other women merely mediocre compared to her.

"Thank god," he mutters as he walks to the first class section, finding his seat by the window in the first row.

Just seconds to take off, and he's still the only one in his row. He's starting to relax, enjoying the wide seat, the legroom and the glass of champagne the flight-attendant gave him, when there's a commotion from the door.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you! I was sure I wasn't going to make it." An oddly familiar voice says.

"We're just closing the door, so please, Miss Steele, go take your seat. A3, in the front."

"Thank you again." The sound of clicking heels approaches, until it stops by Christian's row. A gasp, makes him look at the person standing there.

"You!" They both breathe simultaneously.

"I'm Christian Grey. I don't believe we've been introduced." He smiles, stands and offers her his hand.

"Anastasia Steele. It's a pleasure to meet you again, Christian." Her eyes sparkle as he catches her outstretched hand and lifts it to his lips.

AN: This idea popped into my head, and it wouldn't leave me alone. So here we are.

Let's make one thing clear, this is fiction! Remember: No having unprotected sex with strangers!

If you enjoyed this little story, please leave a review and tell me!

H xx