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Publié par | Andrews UK |
Date de parution | 02 juin 2014 |
Nombre de lectures | 0 |
EAN13 | 9781783337774 |
Langue | English |
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Fun in the Sun
A House of Erotica Collection
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Fun in the Sun
published in 2014 by House of Erotica
an imprint of Andrews UK Limited
www.houseoferoticabooks.com
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.
Copyright © A House of Erotica Collection 2014
The right of House of Erotica to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.
Private Eyes
H.L. Lola
To my best friend Erica. Thanks for the laughs and limes.
Mia is an overworked ad designer who wins a much-needed weekend trip to a tropical paradise. Once there, she takes advantage of the sizzling break, losing all her inhibitions.
Nick, a paramedic in one of the busiest cities in the world also wins a trip to the same tropical resort. After spotting a feisty woman in the water, his carnal desires are ignited.
Thousands of miles from home, but only a cabin apart, Mia and Nick would each discover their fun in the sun would change them forever.
“Congratulations Ms. Mason! Welcome to Pleasure Island Spa Resort. As one of the lucky winners in our “Get-Away & Play” contest, please enjoy all the amenities we have to offer. Your all-inclusive weekend vacation includes daily activities such as; kayaking, para-sailing, scuba diving, meditation, naked yoga, pole dancing classes, full access to the fitness centre and much more.
Feast on our five-star gourmet cuisine, drink unlimited beverages/cocktails day and night, let loose with the live entertainment in the karaoke lounge, dance the night away at Club Naughty, and of course get pampered with our luxurious services at Spa Paradise. Please be advised that this is a clothing optional resort, and encourage all of our guests to completely let go and have an unforgettable relaxing experience.
We take pride in helping our guests unwind and escape the stresses of life, leaving them all behind. Be free, be wild, be happy. If there is anything you need Ms. Mason, we are at your service 24 hours a day. Congratulations once again and please enjoy your stay.”
- Truly,
The Staff of Pleasure Island Spa Resort.
Mia hunched up her shoulders releasing them with a heavy sigh. Tropical notes of mangoes and pineapples lingered in her room. She tossed the welcome note down on the desk of her semi-private bungalow suite, glanced around the room, and grinned. Being such a workaholic, she wasn’t expecting much from a free vacation. How would she ever “unwind and escape” when her boss was constantly hounding her to make the advertising deadlines long before they were due? She decided right then she would keep her cell phone turned off and hidden in her suitcase. If she found herself compelled to check on things, she would think of Mr. Brinkman’s shrilling voice as he shouted across the office floor, “Mia! Where’s the design proposal for the Stanfield account? I need it now!” That was enough reason to hide that damn phone. This was, after all, her first vacation since landing the job over three years ago.
Mia grabbed her suitcase off the entrance floor, heaving it up on her bed. It was heavier than she remembered packing it. She had just endured a prolonged harsh winter in New York and feared with her luck, the frigid weather would follow her. Boy was she wrong. When her flight landed, the pilot announced it was 36 degrees Celsius, with an hour left before sunset. Her room was stifling as she sifted through the endless supply of panties in search of her missing bathing suit.
“Oh fuck it!” Mia threw her hands up, slamming her luggage closed. She stormed towards the patio, kicked off her heels, and unbuttoned her blouse. She couldn’t believe what she was about to do, but she was on vacation and burning up from the intense heat. Mia reached the doors, stopping to admire the gorgeous view. Outside were beautiful Plumeria flowers surrounding her deck, a hot tub, lounge chairs and side tables. Steps away from that were swaying palm trees, and pristine white sand leading to the turquoise water of the ocean. It was breathtaking.
Grabbing the handle, she slid open the glass door, sending a blast of blistering air to her face. “Whoa! That’s hot,” she coughed out, rubbing the sting from her nose. It was better than freezing her ass off, but the drastic temperature change would take some getting used to. Stepping out on the deck trying to keep her balance, Mia pulled her stockings off faster than she could unwrap a chocolate bar.
Each step towards the beach, she peeled off a piece of clothing and tossed it to the sand. Three feet before her toes reached the water; she unclasped her satin bra, and flung it behind her. “Oh my God!” she belted out in disbelief. She gathered her strawberry blonde hair from the nape of her neck, wrapped it into a loose ponytail, and continued strutting into the ocean. Her laughter of freedom echoed between her bungalow and the suite seven feet beside hers. Trying not to give himself away, Nick cupped his hand to his mouth, concealing his snicker.
***
Nick sat back in the hot tub, shocked from what he was seeing. He looked around for the hidden cameras, thinking he was being punked. Could his luck get any better than this? He won a vacation and now an enticing woman was stripping in front of him without her knowledge. When his welcome letter stated it was a place to “unwind and escape,” they actually meant it.
Watching an hysterical lady hop about and disrobe along the beach, took every ounce of his being not to bust a gut. Laughing was one of his weaknesses. In his line of work, sadness was everywhere. Sure there were the happy times responding to help a woman give birth in a Brooklyn taxi, or using a defibrillator in his ambulance to save a life. Those were the moments he truly loved his job, but the stress of being super man was wearing him out.
Laughter was the best medicine and was as infectious to him as the common cold. For all he knew, that woman staggering into the water might be intoxicated or high. He’d seen it many times before. It could be delirium was setting in causing her to holler, giggle and even attempt a roar. Nick was about to offer her some medical help, but decided to just keep a close eye on her for now.
Nick went into stealth mode, inching his toned arm towards his drink on the table. Taking a swig of his chilled beer, he nearly choked trying to contain himself. He bit down on his bottom lip hoping that would help stop him from chuckling. When that wasn’t working, he hid his head into his resting arm that sat on the edge of the hot tub. I can’t let her notice me. I can do this. After the urge finally passed, he raised his eyes to see her splashing around as a blinding orange ball sunk into the horizon behind her.
Sitting back, lurking in the shadows, Nick’s cock rose to a full erection. This wasn’t at all in his nature to do this, to unintentionally become a peeping tom. A naughty opportunity was just handed to him on a silver platter, and the throbbing pressure building up needed relief. He submerged his hand into the water and grasped the base of his cock. Staring at her ample breasts he hesitated, then slid his palm up and down, stroking his raging hard-on. “Fuck me,” he whispered, moving his hand down for the last time.
I can’t do this. It feels too good and is so wrong. His guilty conscience forced him to stop. If she had caught him, it could get himself kicked off the island. Charges might be laid ending his career. His vacation was just getting started and he wasn’t willing to risk it. Nick kept his hands off himself and continued to watch the curvy silhouette dance around until the sky filled with stars. This was paradise. She was paradise.
***
Mia screamed her head off over and over as she kicked up the water. Being naked and carefree to the world was so unlike her. She didn’t have her boss jumping down her throat, she didn’t have the cold blizzards trapping her inside her room. Right now she had no boss and no worries. It was exhilarating. Everyone should get to do this she thought. If she could manage to take her vacation time every year, she would. In her head she calculated a total of twelve weeks due to her, this trip was nothing from that.
Now that the sun had set, Mia realised how dark it had turned. She looked up to the stars in search of the moon. She swore it was close to being full yesterday. Standing still in the shallow water, she turned towards her suite and noticed she hadn’t turned on one single light when she had arrived. There weren’t any lights on in the suite next to hers either. For that, she was thankful.
“Ahh crap!” Mia muttered, squinting her eyes. Blindly she tiptoed her way back to her room, searching for her clothes in the sand. She bent down to pick up what she thought was her skirt. “FUCK! Get it off me, get it off me!” she cried in a panic, trampling the ground in a circle. Just then, the clouds parted from the moon, shedding some light for her to see again.
Nick was ready to expose himself by jumping out of the tub to help her, that was until he heard her cracking-up.
“Oh my God, seaweed? Really?” Mia said, launching it off to the side as she continued laughing at herself.
Making it back to the patio door, she shook out her clothes and brushed off the trace amounts of sand that clung to her f
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