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Wednesday, January 05, 2005

Hump Day!

"Gone on business to the islands, miss me as I sip margaritas from the beachfront view of the Regent Resort."

She read and reread that snarky post as she twirled her fingers through her hair and laughed. Closing the laptop, she stood up and stretched with feline grace before admiring the beachfront view he spoke of.

Another giggle escaped her as she pondered the likliehood of them actually being in the same place at the same time. How dangerous that could be! And yet, ever so titalizing....

Delicious thoughts pranced through her mind as she dropped her robe and pulled a bikini out of the perfectly organized hotel dresser drawer. Today could prove to be rather interesting.

***

Bob was happy to volunteer for the business seminar as soon as he heard the tropical destination of the event. The business would be short, and he would still have time to soak up the sun and relax a bit before heading back home. Definitly a win win situation, in his opinion.

Having slept well on the plane ride down, he was well rested and eager to set foot on the beach. A quick change and he was in his swim trunks and headed to the sandy oasis that awaited him.

***

She could feel the desk boy's eyes on her as soon as she entered the lobby. She smiled, watching him visibly gulp at the sight of her in that tiny black bikini, nipples protruding through the thin fabric from the coldness of the air conditioning.

"Chilly in here, isn't it?" She raised her eyebrows and watched his eyes dart from her tits to her eyes and back several times before he finally looked away and answered.

"Maybe a little," he said, "I guess I'm just used to it." His eyes glanced at her nipples once more before he asked how he could be of assistance to her.

"Well," she began, leaning closer to him as she pulled a pen out of his shirt pocket and reached behind the counter. He jumped back a little and adjusted his throbbing erection through his pants as he wondered what she was doing.

"Just wanted a post it," she grinned as he attempted to hide his hardness behind the reservation book he quickly picked up.

She wrote down a name and slid the paper to him. "Has a man by this name checked in here recently?"

Picking up the slip of paper, he replied, " I'm really not supposed to share that sort of information." He watched the disappointment appear on her face and then added, "But I'm sure you wouldn't do anything bad with that information, right? Hes a friend of yours?"

"Yes, of course. A friend. I wouldn't do anything bad..."

He looked around before leaning close and saying, "He just headed out to the beach about two minutes before you came in here. Hes wearing red trunks and headed out to the deserted southern section of the beach. Shouldn't be anyone else out there this time of day."

Armed with his description, she was off to find her 'friend'.

***

It was a gorgeous day, and the section of beach was just as deserted as the desk boy had said it would be. In the distance, she could finally see a person in a lounge chair, soaking up the sun. As she got even closer, she saw the red trunks and for a moment, felt a bit nervous.

That soon passed and before long she was only a few feet away from him.

"Mr Jacques?"

He opened his eyes and looked quizzicaly at the woman that stood before him, wondering how she knew his name.

"Mr Jacques, I hope you have sunscreen on! The sun is very strong down here, and even darker complected people tend to burn more easily."

Bob took in the beauty that stood before him, assuming that she must work for the resort if she knew his name. Maybe it was her job to check on the guests on the beach? Regardless, he had no intention of sending his beach bunny away so quickly.

"I really rarely ever burn," he said, "but, of course, if you say I need sunscreen, then I believe you."

At this, she smiled and reached into her bag before tossing it aside. "Good. I'd hate to see you start your trip off with an uncomfortable sunburn." Her eyes glanced over his body, admiring him as she opened up the bottle of sunscreen. "Roll over," she directed him.

"Roll over?" he thought to himself. "Shes going to grease me up herself?!" He watched as she poured some lotion in her hands and came closer to him. "Okay, deep breath, its probably just her job." And with that, he obeyed her command and rolled over onto his belly, eagerly awaiting her touch.

She started with his legs, kneading the creamy mixture into his skin. As she got closer to the bottom of his trunks, she reached in just a little, extending the lotion line for full protection. He jumped in surprise when he felt her fingers glide beneath his shorts. "Just don't want to miss a spot," she said.

Another squirt into her hand and she straddled his back to reach his shoulders and backs of his arms, ass resting on his. She felt him clench his buttocks as he again seemed to jump in surprise beneath her, and then felt him relax, releasing the clenched muscles as he grew used to her presence.

"This is one hell of a service," Bob thought to himself as he felt himself stirring in his shorts. He felt her stand up, and then ask him to roll over. He hesitated for a moment, trying to will his 'excitement' away to no avail. "Shes probably used to seeing that," he told himself, "Its perfectly normal, and she probably won't even notice."

As he turned onto his back, she couldn't help but notice the very thing he prayed she wouldn't. She made no deal out of it as she began rubbing the fronts of his legs, again creeping just slightly into his shorts to extend the lotion line. Being so close to his object of concern, only made it that much more obvious, as it jumped at her touch. He briefly thought of sitting up and offering to finish lathering on the sunblock himself, but his lips wouldn't let him say the words. Just as he wondered if she would straddle him again to reach his shoulders and chest, she did just that, her ass and pussy resting ontop of his pulsing cock.

He watched those full lips of hers smile as she massaged his skin and then held his head in her hands as she ran her fingers over his face. "Don't want to miss a spot," she said. She watched as his gorgeous blue eyes closed, and his mouth let out a sigh. She could feel him throbbing against her sex, making her pussy wet and eager for more. He seemed receptive to her touch, but maybe she was just imagining his interest.....

He felt her begin to get up and grabbed her hand as she stood above him.

"Wait, I think you missed a spot," he said, watching for approval in her expression. She smiled and cocked her head to the side as he pulled his trunks down, freeing his bobbing cock.

"Oh my," she answered, his hand pulling her closer to him. She sat on his abdomen as he reached behind her back and untied the strings to her top, full, heavy breasts falling free from the thin material. Where she sat, he thought he could feel her dampness, and this excited him.

His hands cupped her breasts, thumbs circling the nipples before he pulled her down close enough to take the flesh into his mouth. At this, she moaned.

His fingers walked down her sides and rested on her hips before tugging at the strings that held her bikini bottom in place. As the fabric fell limp, she lifted herself enough for him to pull it out from between them. A finger slipped into her slit, verifying the wetnes he had thought he felt, and with that, she lifted her bottom and sat heavily on his dick, forcing the full length deep into her pussy.

"Ohh!" they both moaned, and he gripped her ass cheeks in his hands, helping to pull her up and down his shaft. As she rode him, he watched her breasts bouncing up and down, pulling her close enough to tease her nipples with his teeth as she squeezed her walls tightly against his dick.

After several minutes, he held her firmly into place before adding, "Lets switch places."

He lay her down on the lounge chair and kneeled between her legs, tongue slipping between her lips and tasting her honey. His lips moaned, vibrating against her clit and nearly throwing her into an orgasm. Her fingers ran through his dark hair, massaging his scalp as encouragment to keep snacking on her.

Slipping a finger into her cunt and making circles with his tongue around her pulsing rosebud, soon had her erupting into waves of pleasure, pussy juice filling his mouth before he quickly rammed his cock into her, still feeling the contractions of her climax around him.

He pumped her, holding her ankles high in the air and watching his dick disappear into the pretty little box below him as she squeezed her nipples and purred with pleasure. He felt the familiar churning as his cock prepared to explode and pulled out, erupting on her tummy and tits, watching as she rubbed the cream into her flesh.

He collapsed onto his back in the sand, amazed at the events that just occurred.

She found her bikini pieces and held onto them before crawling over to him and nibbling on his ear as she whispered, "Bobby, darling, I giggled when I saw that snarky message on your blog and realized that we would be in the same place at the same time."

His eyes stared at her in disbelief as he suddenly realized who he was lying next to.

She leaned down and kissed his mouth before standing up and waving goodbye, bikini in her hand, walking down towards the resort naked. His eyes never left the butterfly tattoo on the small of her back as she dissappeared out of sight.





12 Comments:

At Wednesday, January 05, 2005 11:25:00 AM, Blogger & said...

GW,

I'm gone on business to the islands, miss me as I sip margaritas from the beachfront view of the Regent Resort.

Suite number 1412 ;)

Fantastic job, baby. Absolutely fantastic. How am I supposed to finish this day and get anything done now?

You are so pleasurably evil...

 
At Wednesday, January 05, 2005 11:55:00 AM, Blogger Chuck said...

Awesome! Bob, you lucky bastard!!

GW, wonderful and stimulating tale. God, I love Hump Days!!

 
At Wednesday, January 05, 2005 1:48:00 PM, Blogger Drifter said...

Good for Bob....but now what do i do here at work with a tremendous hard-on???

God...that was good....and me sooo horny!!!!!!

 
At Wednesday, January 05, 2005 2:06:00 PM, Blogger Ben said...

So how was the butterfly tattoo Bob? Ya lucky Bastard. Imagine being at the same resort at the same time... Let me guess... this one is true GW... LOL. (j/k) Once again you are a master with words... Couldn't be happier for two of my closest Blogging buddies gettin it on. lol.

 
At Wednesday, January 05, 2005 3:38:00 PM, Blogger Carl from L.A. said...

Thanks for a diversion toan otherwise crazily busy work day.

 
At Wednesday, January 05, 2005 6:35:00 PM, Blogger Stace said...

Great story.. . . . AS ALWAYS, I like hump days with the best of them. Question: The butterfly tattoo we hear/read so much about. . ..do you have one?

 
At Wednesday, January 05, 2005 6:41:00 PM, Blogger Good Wife said...

Yes, I do.

 
At Wednesday, January 05, 2005 8:45:00 PM, Blogger & said...

Yes she does...LOL

 
At Thursday, January 06, 2005 4:19:00 AM, Blogger tescosuicide said...

That was top notch! You just got a vote and a link...

 
At Thursday, January 06, 2005 9:47:00 AM, Blogger Good Wife said...

Thank you tescosuicide! And I'm glad everyone enjoyed the story. :)

xoxo

 
At Saturday, January 08, 2005 9:01:00 PM, Blogger Craz4acop7 said...

God GW...now I've got to talk hubby into a beach vacation. He was just asking when I wanted him to take the time off. LOL I love how you use your readers' names. Makes things more interesting! :)

 
At Sunday, January 09, 2005 9:34:00 PM, Blogger & said...

i enjoyed this one too!!

 

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