Date: Sun, 19 Mar 2000 05:32:29 EST
From: LaelSt@aol.com
Subject: Vacation Seduction, Part 2

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


  I lean against the doorjamb and survey the efforts of his
labor. I had not really taken a look at the spare bedroom
since we got here a week ago. I mean, what's the point? We
weren't expecting any guests and so I never paid any
attention to it. Well, I must say this; the room looked
nothing like it had. He must have been working on his idea
since the day we got here. Funny, now that I think about
it... he's been quietly and very subtly keeping me out of
here. Anyway, the job he has done is breathtaking. It gives
me a little more insight into his inner self too.

  He has taken the spare bed and rearranged its components;
the frame and box spring are gone. I have no idea where he
hid those. The walk-in closet, I guess. The mattress is in
the center of the room. It is covered with cushions and
pillows of all shapes and sizes. Hanging down from the
ceiling is this huge mosquito net. It is the biggest one I
have ever seen. It falls in waves and folds all the way to
the edges of the room. He has taken a clear iridescent
glitter or something similar and totally covered the net
with it. Across the ceiling, he had put this huge fishing
net. It looked like one of the antique hemp-rope ones,
rather than a more modern nylon. He has wrapped every inch
of that net with miniature white and blue Christmas tree
lights. It looks like a net that has been lifted out the
water and the water is pouring back into the ocean. The
lights hit the mosquito netting with its iridescent blue
and cause it to almost glow. Also hanging randomly from the
fishing net are various size prisms. There is just enough
light close enough to the prisms to cast rainbows
everywhere around the room. He has taken some fairly large,
long pieces of driftwood and used them to hold the mosquito
netting, up and away from the bed, against the far wall.
The scent of salt is strong since the ocean has long
saturated the driftwood.

  I am speechless. His effort puts mine to shame. How
ironic that he chose water while I chose fire? The amount
of effort this masterpiece took is phenomenal. I feel his
arms come from behind and encircle my waist. His chin rests
on my upper arm as he observes both the room and my
reaction to it. He looks entirely pleased with himself and
my reaction. With a laugh, he reaches up from my waist and
closes my loosely hanging jaw. I can feel the amount of
heat he has built up since we left the shower. It radiates
from his skin to mine. I lean into him and try to absorb
the total effect of his accomplishment. It is so
breathtaking.

  His hands are now pushing me gently by the small of my
back. He has left the edge of the netting open by the door.
I walk into the opening and then kneel on the edge of the
bed. As I look upward, he comes in after me and closes the
netting behind him. The effect is just as strong and
beautiful from inside as it was from the door. Actually,
more beautiful. He had left a window ajar. The breeze was
just barely moving the netting and the prisms as well. The
sense of water motion that this created was so real and
ocean like, that it enchants me. The rainbows from the
prisms were swirling around the room. He laughed in delight
with how well I was responding. I opened my mouth to say
something and felt his index finger press against my lips
as he shook his head.

  Apparently the new rule was no sound. OK, fine by me. He
reaches over and takes me by the shoulders, gently laying
me back against the cushions. His touch is so soft but
entirely hot. He sits next to me for a moment, just gazing
down into my eyes. He then drifts those green eyes of his
all over me. His pleasure in what he sees is so plainly
obvious that I almost giggle. Again his finger is pressed
to my lips with a faint smile. I reach out with my tongue
and swiftly lick his finger. It is withdrawn.

  His hands are now sliding across my chest, back and forth
over my nipples. I can feel them stiffen slightly with each
pass of his fingertips. That's not the only thing
stiffening at this point either. One of his hands comes up
from my chest and rests lightly over my eyes. He whispers
for me to close them and keep them closed. Again, I am not
to make a sound. Yikes, I can see that this round of
lovemaking is going to be a lot harder on me than the last
one.

  His hands have resumed the exploration of my body. He
seems to be able to touch me anywhere and cause a sharp
tingle. His hands are so strong. It must be from being a
construction worker. Each finger has enough power in it to
crack an egg by itself. The calluses at the tips are from
playing bass guitar with a blues band 3 nights a week. He's
an average player, but sure as hell seems to be making up
for it in other areas!

  Those fingers of his have been tracing every line and
curve of my body. Each muscle has been outlined by his
hands. No spot is left untouched and no space unexplored.
He uses a gentle but firm pressure as he goes over every
inch of my body. Then he decides to do the exploring all
over again. With his tongue.

 I am starting to tremble with the force of holding in my
gasps and moans. He has turned me on so fast my head is
spinning. I have no idea how he has figured out my turn-ons
so quickly. I can feel the tiny bumps on his tongue as he
passes it over each nipple. He pauses at the base of my
throat and begins to nibble there. Then he sucks on my
skin. He does it almost to the point of hurting and then
draws back a bit. Then sucks in the same place some more.
My breath explodes out of my lungs. A fingertip is placed
on my mouth. Feel it run over the edge of my lip, tracing
the complete shape. The whole time he is sucking on my
throat.

  I reach up, with my eyes still closed, to try and find
his body. He stops what he is doing and grabs ahold of my
hands. Then he places them under the small of my back and
pushes down on my stomach. Oh Shit! So far the rules have
been kinda fun, but now I am really beginning to get an
idea of where he wants to go. I am not supposed to react to
anything he does. Meanwhile he is going to be doing his
damnedest to get me to react. He's also letting me find
this out in stages. I have no idea how I will hold up under
those conditions, but a clear challenge has been issued. So
be it!

  He has moved down to my groin and is sucking on the skin
between my right thigh and groin. It is indescribable. He
moves to the matching left one. My very hard erection
twitches and smacks him on the side of his head. I can feel
him smile against my skin.

  I now notice the colors playing across the inside of my
eyelids. It's a kaleidoscope effect and the colors are so
brilliant. Patterns swirl in time to the rhythm of his
mouth movements. Tiny starbursts scatter as waves of
sensation crash through my body. Spirals overlap grid
patterns as I shudder with intense need.

  Suddenly, a really cold ovoid is dropped into my
bellybutton. I can feel the cold radiating into the skin
around it. Then warmth as his tongue rolls it around. He
makes a sudden motion and with an extremely faint popping
sound, cool liquid splashes onto my skin. It feels faintly
sticky. His tongue licks up the liquid with excruciating
slowness. He tips out the remains of the ovoid and lets it
wobble off of my body. Another icy ovoid is then suddenly
dropped on me. The entire sequence is repeated. And again.
The edge of a scent finally makes its way through my
sexually charged brain. I laugh out loud. It's a frozen
grape! I receive a delicate nip with the edges of his teeth
to my left side. Meant to be a clear reminder about no
sound, I hope.

  Now his game takes on a new twist. He lifts my legs at
the knee while spreading them further apart. Then my knees
are pushed down against the cushions. I feel a slight lurch
as he stuffs another cushion firmly under my backside.
Now I am tilted on an incline with my head lower than my
rear. I can feel him blowing softly on what he has now
exposed. A shiver runs up my spine. I can feel myself
contract at the area he is blowing on.

  I can hear a small sucking noise. Then his hand lifts up
my scrotum. It begins to roll my testicles from side to
side. A spit-slicked finger then starts drawing a circle
around me as he continues to blow softly. He gently pushes
in. I make sure to relax myself since I had tightened up a
bit with all that he had been doing. The finger is taking
its sweet time going anywhere. Then it creeps upward and
in. He pulls it back a bit and then rams it in hard. My
back arches upward at the same time that my hips thrust
downward. His mouth now has me by the one place that has
been sadly neglected.

 He keeps ramming me as fast as he can and then suddenly
stops. He withdraws but continues to suck voraciously on my
erection. He carefully drags his teeth along my skin and
then releases me. I again hear the faint suck noise and
then a burst of cold against my nether skin. He oh so
slowly places one of the frozen grapes halfway in me.
Again, the cold radiates throughout the near region of
skin. His mouth then comes into play and wraps around the
grape while applying tremendous suction. The electric bolts
this cause shoot up through my body. I can barely feel his
hands on the backsides of my thighs bracing him in place.
Ha! I won this particular point of the game. I can tell
that he had expected me to move or make a sound when he did
this. Well, I did. He just doesn't know what. I had bitten
into my tongue to keep myself from giving away that he had
gotten to me.

  He then pops the grape and sucks even harder. I can feel
the grape practically rocket out of me. He then puts
another one in and pops it. Out it flies. Then abruptly, it
all stops. I can no longer feel him touching me and can't
hear him moving or breathing either. Suddenly, I can feel a
cold smooth something pressing against my lips. I let my
lips part and the grape falls in. I pop it and let the
coolness run through my mouth to my throat. Now I have to
make another decision. Swallow the damn thing or spit it
out. I don't want to chew on it. I also might choke on it
due to the incline of my head and neck. Darn it! He caught
me in a no win spot.

  He has other plans though. I feel his lips on mine, and
then the leading edge of his tongue. Again I part my lips
and let him in. I had tucked the grape under my tongue.
When he finally figures out what I had done with it, he
starts sucking again. Wow! The grape then ends up in his
mouth. This man can put any vacuum to shame.

  He was now moving off to my side and then between my
widely spread legs. This time there is a soft sqooshing
noise. His hand is now back to where had left off with the
prior grapes. He has taken two of his artificially
slickened fingers and begun pushing in. I relax myself
again and go with the flow. He pulls slowly in and out. I
can feel his fingers bump against my prostate. My erection
flexes each time he does. Those electrical bolts are fairly
flying up my body now. Each time, he pulls completely out
and then pushes his way back in. I love it!!! I know he can
hear my breath speeding way up.

  He finally withdraws those long strong fingers of his and
then replaces them with what I really want at this point.
Well, sort of. He is pressed up against me but not actually
in me. He's not moving. I can feel him grinning down on me.
Then he just waits. Another eternity passes. It dawns on me
what is going on. Damn! I have to move. He wins. My eyes
fly open and sure enough, he is smiling a very contented
evil little lopsided smile as he watches my face.


  Fine, I really don't care at this point. I move my hands
out from under me, plant them firmly into the bed and shove
upward with my hips. I impale myself on him. The grin
widens. He flicks his hips forward and leans in over me.
Both of his hands are now placed on either side of my
ribcage. He leans even further forward and plants a kiss on
my lips. The whole time, his hips are moving steadily
toward me. Finally he is pressed up firmly against me. Then
stops again. I unclench my teeth and let out the breath I
had unknowingly been holding in. It had hurt quite a bit.
Now it doesn't. I flex my hips and wiggle a little.

  He leans back and I almost gasp with the amazing pressure
it causes. He takes me legs and puts them up on his
shoulders. I very nearly have my ankles wrapped around his
neck. This makes for an entirely different sensation as the
angle of him within me shifts. I can feel every inch of
him. It feels like he is pulsating. His smile is so damn
sexy. His teeth are so white and even. His eyes are
partially closed as he ever so slowly begins to pull
backward.

 I can feel my own erection getting even harder. Didn't
think that was possible at this point. It is snug against
my stomach now. I throw back my head and watch the shifting
colors of the moving lights and reflections above us. My
head is spinning as he slams forward. God, he's big! But
what a feeling it makes. He goes with the rhythm he favored
earlier in the evening. Hard on the in stroke, slow on the
out. His back arches on the incoming stroke. My breathing
is really harsh now and I can feel the quickening of his
pulse through the flesh connecting us.

  The minutes warp and I can't tell how long we have been
going at it. I really don't care as long as it doesn't
stop. I don't want it ever to stop. My eyesight is actually
starting to get a little fuzzy around the edges. Slowly and
gently, he leans forward again. My legs slip down the side
of his arms and he catches them before they can go to far
and cause me some real harm. He lowers them back to the bed
and continues his lean onto me. His hands run up my body
from my thighs to my stomach to my chest and then throat.
The lightning trail of sensation follows in their wake. He
brushes my nipples and then locks his hands to the side of
my face. Once he has my head firmly in hand, he kisses me.
This whole time he has maintained his rhythm. What a
talent!
  He turns my head slightly and brushes his tongue over my
ear rim. His teeth lightly graze against my hyper-aware
skin. His weight is so good along my torso and the rubbing
caused by his movement against my erection nearly makes me
loose it. We are both covered in sweat again. He lets go of
my ear and whispers,

"You plus me equals ecstasy. I'm glad we waited for this
night."

I almost explode right then. His slight breath going into
my ear was a whole other world of feeling. The words echo
throughout my entire being and body. He leans back again
while keeping his stomach pressed to mine. He is really
pounding into me now. He then straightens up and keeps
going. I love the feeling of him smacking into me every
half a second. The force of it has slowly inched me up the
bed. He then changes his rhythm and slows to a comparative
crawl. His hands go to my hips and gradually begin to turn
me on my side. I throw my right leg over his head and now
the position has altered completely.

  The pillows and cushions have all scattered away from us
with the force of his lovemaking. I am on my left side with
my right foot at my left knee. I can feel the press of his
body going down the length of my body. His arm is over my
waist. He has a firm grip on my erection now. I have one
arm over my head and the other on his hip. His lips are on
the base of my neck, continually kissing me.

  He picks up his rhythm again and is really pounding me
hard now. The feeling as he slides in and out is so great.
It feels so different on my side than it had on my back.
His hand around my own erection is also picking up speed. I
can feel this wave of something gathering at my toes (which
are curled up tight, by the way!) and moving up the length
of my body. This wave of intense energy floods upward
through my whole body to my brain and then back down again.
It then centers on the movement of his hand. I can feel how
the nearness of my release is causing my muscles to
contract even harder around him as he picks up the speed
even more. My brain is fogging out. I can't think about
anything except how we seem to be flowing together and then
we both explode.

  I am ready to swear to this day that when I let loose, I
hit the far wall. Surge after surge left my body like the
proverbial geyser. Exactly the same moment I can feel him
flooding me. The spasms seem to pass back and forth between
us through the skin on skin contact of our entire bodies.
He feels even harder than before. His groans merge with
mine. I/He think(s) we are the same person for a brief
microsecond of time. This incredible tension I didn't even
know I had lifts from me. Shear exhaustion seems about to
overwhelm me. I turn my head to him and kiss his temple. He
lifts his face and kisses me deeply. Then we don't move for
what feels like hours. He has not withdrawn from me. I
don't really want him to for tonight.

  I lean back against him and pull his arm up over my
chest. It feels so safe and comforting here like this. I
can hear and feel him deeply inhaling the scent of my hair.
He then rests his cheek against my shoulder blade and
begins to breathe deeply. I seem to have worn the poor man
out! It is so satisfying to be able to say that and know it
for reality. I turn my head just slightly and gaze up the
gauzy net above us. The lights twinkle with the movement of
the net by the breeze. Everything has a faint blue tint and
glitters just a bit. Far in the background, the surf pounds
its way up the beach. The wind chimes tinkle and I fade
into the best sleep I have ever had.


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So ends part 2. Part 3 will take me some more time. It is
only a vague image right now. Rest well knowing that this
story is far from over!