Date: Tue, 21 Mar 2000 05:18:15 EST
From: LaelSt@aol.com
Subject: Vacation Seduction, Part 3

I have purposely attempted to leave out cliches and vulgarity (at least
maybe what I would consider vulgar). I wanted to see if a story could be
just as hot without them. Since I cannot be considered objective, I leave
that to you. This is an entirely fictional story (more's the pity!) and has
no relation to any real person, place or event. I hope to continue the
story for a long time. By all means, email me with comments at
LaelSt@aol.com

Thanks,
 Lael Stalnaker


  The crying of the seagulls woke me the next morning.
My eyes fluttered open.   I can just make out wheeling
birds through the huge windows and netting. Jules is
still pressed up against me. How amazing! Neither of
us has moved much since we drifted into sleep last
night. If fact, I can still feel him inside me. Wow!
His cheek against my shoulder blade is warm while his
breath cools the skin it passes over. I turn my head
toward him and can just make out the top of his head.
I blow gently on the tip of his ear. I can feel him
stir down the length of my body. I can also feel him
stirring in other ways as well. What a way for him to
wake up. I chuckle softly.

"Morning, angel-love," I whisper.

"Is it?" he mumbles sleepily.

"As far as I can tell from here. It might even be
afternoon now. I seem to be stuck in place for a
while," I whisper suggestively.

"Mmmmm, OK baby, I can work on that, I think!" he
murmurs with his voice all husky.

  I can definitely feel him flexing in me now. God he
goes up fast. So do I for that matter. I seem to have
gotten quite stiff myself. He is kissing the back of
my neck now, punctuated with long licks of his warm
wet tongue. His arms encircle my chest and are lightly
stroking my skin. I run my hand up and down his
muscular thigh. We both are breathing heavily now.

  He withdraws from me nearly all the way. One of his
arms leaves my chest and I can feel him moving it
behind me. From the sound, I can tell that he is
applying more lube to himself before starting his new
onslaught. His hand comes back to my front and grips
my erection. He begins so slowly that I can barely
feel the change of state. When I feel his pubic hair
crackling against my sensitive skin, I realize that
this has an entirely different feel from last night.
He is rotating his hips instead of the usual in and
out motion. The sensation is overwhelming. I moan
softly and grip his thigh hard, pulling at him to
begin to really move. His lips lock on the juncture
between neck and shoulder. He sucks on the skin there
with small nips of his teeth.	I push back against him
as he pushes up into me. I draw away from him at the
same exact moment that he does. We are in perfect
unison with our individual motions becoming one again.
My body shudders with anticipation from the waves of
lightning traveling all through me.

  Finally, we both reach our peak and loose all
control. I can feel the withheld pressure inside of my
scrotum explode forth and continue for seconds as he
pumps my erection furiously. While this is happening,
he has found the clamping down of my inner muscles to
be beyond his ability to withstand. His warmth floods
throughout me and even washes back out of my stretched
opening. When the waves of final ecstasy finally fade,
we have both collapsed against each other once more.
This time he actually does withdraw from me.

"God, that was incredible, my angel," I murmur.

"I think so too," comes his soft reply.

"Well, let's get cleaned up. I'm all sticky. And I am
starving!" I say as my stomach growls.

  We reluctantly part. Taking another shower together
is just as fun as it has been last night. I find that
the pounding of the water along my body helps relax
some unexpected soreness throughout my muscles. He
stretches leisurely while I soap him up. While he is
rinsing, I steal a quick kiss. Since he has finished
first, I nudge him out of the shower and ask him to
make us something to eat. With a sigh, he agrees. I
laugh and slide the door closed before his wandering
hands can get a hold of me again. I lean against the
glass wall of the shower and let the water melt away
the aches. Now that I am in here for a while, I
realize again just how neat this bathroom is.

  The bathroom was the size of a small bedroom. Tiled
from floor to ceiling and also both of those too. The
tiles were a teal-green and deep royal blue set in
traditional Greek key patterns in bands across the
walls. The sink and Jacuzzi tub were a matching blue
to the tile. The shower stood separate from the tub in
a corner. It was 3 sides of glass with one of the 3
having the floor to ceiling sliding door. A large
window was set in the tiled wall of the shower at
about a little less than waist height. This window
overlooked the beach and surf. A huge skylight covered
much of the ceiling. Ferns hung from hooks all across
the remaining ceiling and several potted palms and
elephant ears were scattered about. Huge towels lay on
a freestanding rack between the shower and tub. Even
the toilet itself matched that deep blue. I had fallen
in love with this bathroom from the moment my eyes
first beheld its obvious splendor.

  The water has finally relaxed me enough that I can
consider getting out of the shower now. Shutting off
the water I reach out of the misty shower stall
towards the rack. Miraculously, a towel is dropped
into my hand before my elbow even crosses the
threshold. Jules had come back in looking for me. He
laughs into my eyes as I towel off and he tells me
it's been more than an hour. I shake my head in
disbelief. It felt so good that I hated for it to end.
Oh well, there's always later.

  When I start to head for the master bedroom, an arm
snakes around my waist and hauls me off bodily to the
deck. I start to protest that I want to get dressed. I
get shushed for my efforts. We reach the deck where
Jules has put lunch. The sun has already swung
overhead and is just past its zenith. It was a lot
later than I thought. The blue of the ocean glittered.
The sky was that paler powder blue with only faint
cirrus clouds off near the horizon. I can just make
out a stretch of the coral reef off to the left.
Absolutely beautiful.

"No clothes today. There's no one around; we don't
expect anyone to be around and, therefore, no point in
worrying. Besides, I want to be able to see every inch
of you all day. No argument will be accepted, so deal
with it now!" he commands with a twinkle in his eyes.
It doesn't hurt that he himself doesn't have a thing
on.

"I see! And when I burn yours and my favorite parts to
a nasty lobster red?" I ask sarcastically. I glance
down at my very obvious tan-line.

  Instead of answering, he holds up a bottle of really
high SPF sunscreen lotion. He also has that wonderful
lopsided smile plastered across his face in a leer. I
notice then the faint scent of the lotion coming off
of him. Apparently he cheated and put his on himself.
Also, apparently, he intended to do the same for me
whether or not I wanted it done. He begins to advance
toward me.

"After we eat?" I beg. As if to back me up, my tummy
gives out a monstrous growl. If I weren't so darn
hungry, I actually might have been embarrassed. As it
stands now, I couldn't care less.

  With a laugh he relents and agrees that we eat
first. He has gone for cold type stuff. Chilled fruit,
cold cuts, cheeses of several kinds, crackers and
nuts. He has also put my Coke out with a glass filled
to the top with ice, just the way I like it. He's
going for orange juice with ice for himself. I pick up
a green grape out of the bowl of mixed fruit and raise
an eyebrow at him. I then pop it in my mouth and suck
on it until it pops. He laughs. The tangy sour taste
suits really well right now. It seems that we have
gotten back into the high 90's in the shade again
today. There is a very slight breeze going but it
gives no real relief. At last, we finish up and take
in the dishes. I kiss him quickly and bolt out the
sliding door. If he wants to rub me down with lotion,
let `em catch me!

  I laugh uproariously at the shout from behind me. He
has been caught completely flatfooted by my dash for
escape. I hear him pause long enough to slide shut the
door behind him as I vault over the rail of the deck
to the sand below. It sqooshes up between my toes and
is still somewhat cool here in the shade of the house.
I haven 't played around like this since I was a
teenager. The pounding of feet on redwood echoes as I
take off down the beach. There is a slight crunching
noise as he lands on the sand after his own breakneck
leap off of the deck. I laugh mockingly as I continue
the sprint along the shoreline. It feels really weird
to run without anything on. I can't help but worry
that I am going to bruise something that I'd rather
not. After a bit, I quit thinking about it and just
run for the sake of running. I don't think I have done
that for a very long time. A shadow is slowly coming
up from behind me. Damn that man can run. I am no
slouch and he is steadily gaining on me.

  I bide my time and keep running hard. The packed
sand at the water's edge is a lot easier to keep a
decent pace on. From his shadow, I can tell that he is
about to reach out to snag me. I abruptly turn left,
run right into the water, and throw myself into the
waves. I hear a curse and then moments later a splash.
The water feels so good after the relentless heat of
the sun as I ran. Suddenly my ankle is caught in a
powerful grip. My head goes under as I am hauled by
main force back to the beach. I come up out of the
water spluttering. He hauls me up by the arm and
smacks my lips with his.

"Thought you could out run or swim me?" he asks with
only a bit of fast breathing.

 Instead of answering him, I put my arms around his
neck and jump up on his waist. As I intended, he
becomes over balanced and lands flat on his rear! I
then pin his arms to his sides with my ankles and rest
my knees on his shoulders. My own rear is firmly
resting on his chest. I then use my still free hands
to begin to tickle him. Unfortunately for him, I am
one of those people that just don't have a ticklish
spot on me. He struggles to get free but at the same
time he is laughing hard enough that it's a pretty
sorry effort. He goes rigid for a moment and then
makes his own unique move. I feel his hips flex and
suddenly his legs have come up behind me and his
ankles just barely catch me on either side of my neck.
He clamps them together and then throws his weight
forward from his shoulders. He is now sitting upright
and I am lying between his legs with mine around his
waist. I am slightly stunned from the ground impacting
my head without warning. Fortunately wet sand does
have some give to it or I would be out cold.

  His eyebrow goes up and the grin returns. He stares
down at what is lying against his tight stomach. I
lift my head up and look at the situation as it stands
now. I mean, as it sits!  I can feel certain stirrings
coming from under my backside. I flip my legs up and
over my head. Curling my neck down toward my chest I
roll over completely and land on my hands and knees
facing him. He has a stunned look at my maneuver. I
guess he forgot my love of classical wrestling and
that I try to keep myself as limber as possible. Poor
baby. I decide to relent.

"OK, let's get it over with," I say with a sigh.

"Well, then we should go douse you with water to get
the sand off of you. If I try to do it now, the sand
will scrape that pretty hide of yours raw. Kinda
defeats the purpose then, don't it?" he replies.

  I sigh again and nod. He stands and then gives me a
hand up. A kiss lands on my cheek before I am even
aware that it is coming. I was too busy checking
myself for bruises and such. Nope, all clear. He takes
my hand and we walk slowly back up the beach. I like
the feel of his strong fingers interlaced with mine. I
watch him out of the corner of my eye. I giggle. Other
things are swinging in unison with our locked fingers.

  When we finally get back to the house, he leads me
around the side of the deck. He tugs me over to the
coiled garden hose that lies under the deck. A second
later and I get a spray of water in my face. As I
choke and splutter, he runs the water stream up and
down me, front and back. I wipe the water from my eyes
and face, glaring at him all the while. That grin
seems to be permanent. He grabs my hand again and we
go up the steps to the deck. Now a towel is thrown
over my head and another one begins to rub me down
briskly. I dry my hair and plot revenge for this
indignity. While he is toweling off my ankles, I reach
for the sunscreen bottle that is on the patio table.
It gets snatched before my fingers get within an inch
of it.

"You made me work for it, I'm gonna do it." He
challenges.

"Fine, let's just get this over with. You know I hate
the smell of that stuff. But no, you have to insist on
no swimsuit!" I grouse at him.

The look of concern he gives me is actually very
endearing. Both of his eyebrows have gone up into his
hairline. It's almost comic. I relent and smile at
him. I just can't stay irritated with the man of my
dreams. Besides, I have never known him to be wrong
about anything so far. Then he drops the other shoe
and about floors me.

"Ummmm, you seem to have forgotten a small detail from
yesterday afternoon. Do you recall a certain back flip
in the water? Do you recall what I did with you suit?
Do you realize that the suit in question was the only
one you brought?" He has a totally guilty look on his
face now and looks like if he were 2 he'd start
bawlin'. Since he's closer to 26, he only has a
faintly misty eyed expression of remorse.

"Oh crud, I forgot about that! OK, so you win. Frisk
me baby and make sure you don't miss a spot." I
declare. Hey, forgiveness is a virtue, right? So let's
be virtuous then.

  Strong hands swipe down me firmly. From hairline to
the sole of my foot is covered with sunscreen. He then
takes the time and effort to really rub it in
thoroughly. Not one trace of the white stuff shows by
the time he is finished with me. I am also as hard as
a rock due to special attention given to that
appendage. Guess he was making sure that I wouldn't
burn there. Well, from the sun anyway. Mine isn't the
only one standing at attention when he got done. I
laugh with delight and haul him up on his feet again.
A kiss definitely seems to be in order here. So I kiss
him thoroughly. After all, hard work should be
rewarded, pun intended. We ignore the effects that his
manhandling has had on both of us. There is plenty of
time for that later.

"Now that you have oven-proofed me, let go swim," I
say as I take him by the hand again. He is agreeable
to the suggestion. On our way down the steps, he grabs
a pair of towels he had set there before lunch. He
hauls us to a stop after a few steps on the sand.

"We forgot the hard-soled sandals for the reef and
tide-pools out there. The coral can cut us up pretty
bad. I also don't really want us stepping on a
stonefish in bare feet. We're to far away from anyone
to get help in a hurry." He explains seriously.

  I just nod patiently. He gives me a quick kiss. It
only takes him a second to find them under the deck.
This man never forgets a detail, always looks out for
the best way to do anything and always tries to look
out for the people around him. God, I love this man of
mine! The cynical would call him a do-gooder boy
scout. The rest of us will just have to call him the
most decent person you're ever likely or lucky enough
to meet. And he's all mine!!!


  At the water's edge, we stop to put on the
lightweight sandals. We will hardly notice that we
have them on while we swim but will be thankful for
them once we get out to the reef in the distance. Into
the water we go. Once out far enough, we dive forward
and in. The water is a clear green-blue. The
temperature is also perfect as far as I am concerned.
Not too cold but not overly warm either. It actually
would be a good spot to snorkel as we head for the
coral. We'll do that another time, I hope. We are very
evenly matched in our swimming skills. I prefer a
breaststroke while he sticks mostly to one of the
crawls. I love the water. I always have for some
reason. In a few minutes we reach the coral reef and
climb up on the slight ridge.

  It's the most amazing sight to see all of the colors
and movement around a reef. There's too much detail to
describe accurately. I happen to look up and out at
the right time. I grab Jules' arm to get his
attention. I point to a place about 100 yards from the
reef. There is a pod of bottlenose dolphins right in
front of us. I can't remember if they are indigenous
to these waters. Well they must be or just on their
way to somewhere else. There are about 20 of them out
there with maybe a fourth of them being babies. They
are so adorable. I am so stoked at having seen them at
all. Dolphins have always intrigued me. I can hear
their clicks and whistles in the distance. Most of
them are leaping and turning cartwheels out of the
water. Damn! What I wouldn't give for a camera right
now. Guess Jules doesn't think of quite everything,
just darn near.

  I have this tremendous urge to swim out a little way
and see what would happen. Probably nothing. Most
likely that they would sense me and just leave. Remote
possibility; that they would come check me out so I
could get a closer look at them. Hey, if ya don't give
things a whack, ya never know what could have
happened. I decide on the chance and tell Jules I am
going out a few yards. He cautions me about going too
far. I agree to stay within about 20 yards of the
reef. After a minute of thinking, he decides to go
with me. He is just as intrigued as I am at this
point. This whole time the pod has gone about its
business as if we weren't even there. I guess to their
way of thinking we aren't. We're not even in the water
yet, therefore, not their sphere of concern.

  We slowly swim out to our predetermined limit. As we
reach it we can see that the dolphins are watching us
very carefully. The mothers seem to be herding the
young ones further off from us. I sigh. Oh well, how
many people can say they have been even this close to
dolphins in the open water with being marine
biologists? Jules watches them for a while. He shrugs
his shoulders as if to say, "We tried." Then he lays
back on the water and floats with his arms
outstretched. I kick myself closer to him. I have one
of those weird body types that just don't float. I am
I can hold it for a few seconds and then voop! Down go
my legs. I think it has something to do with density
or something like that.

  I carefully maneuver myself closer to Jules. Then I
carefully slip my feet up onto his stomach. He hardly
sinks at all. As long as he is supporting my legs, I
can float. We both just lie there on the surface
staring up at the sky. We can hear the sounds that the
dolphins are making far more clearly with our ears
covered by the water. It's so cool! I am loving every
second of this. We drift peacefully along. Suddenly I
am bumped from below. Our delicate balancing act is
swiftly upset and down I go. I come up gagging on
nasty salt water. Ick!!! As I let myself sink back
down; I feel this rubbery slick thing brush against my
backside. It nudges me upward again. My head pops out
of the water with a small splash. Then it leaves my skin.


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I am ending part 3 here. Part 4 will be with ya
shortly. This one took a lot less time than I thought
it would. Some days it flows, others it drags. Be sure
to let me know what you think.

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Just as a side note folks: It is not smart to approach
any animal in the wild that you don't personally know.
Since they're wild, it's doubtful that you will know
them. It can be dangerous even under controlled
circumstances, much more the one I wrote. Come on
folks, this is a fantasy after all.