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Tropical Paradise **
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The Invite ***
by
Barry R. Long
part 2 of 12 (the invite)
The very
night of the storm, I got home, drenched to the skin, cold and
hungry. After running a bath, and fixing myself a massive feed, I
wrote a message to the lady with the awesomest smile. I decided to
name her 'Paradise', after my experience on the beach. Didn't
expect a reply yet I couldn't resist relating to her of the beauty
I had seen. After writing, I sleep that night with a smile as my
companion, and hope as my mentor. Still smiling when I awoken and
happy all that day, amazingly I was reluctant to send the message
I had penned the night before. It ended up remaining on my desk,
sealed poised for departure, destined to waiting quite some time
collecting dust, before I would be of a mind to send it.
I
found myself visiting the beach every day for the next week, after
that fateful stormy night, and each day there was a new message
waiting patiently for me. The first, who I had named 'Menagerie'
was a local lady, slightly younger than myself. She told of having
several animals instead of children and no man about the house.
Her kindness of nature shone through her words and from all she
expressed had similar likes and dislikes as myself. She also told
me of a secret rendezvous some of the lonely lover seekers were
having at the beach, we all were to come in disguise, there would
be music to set the mood, and finger food to keep us going long
into the night. Also planned were silly party games to break the
ice of introductions to a stranger. She promised it would be fun,
if nothing else, and how she'd love to see me there. I decided to
take up the invitation, reasoning it had been so very long since I
had been to a beach party, that it was highly overdue.
I also
had never been to a mascaraed party before and therefore found the
thought of this adventure really enticing. So I wrote a message
straight away before I could talk myself out of it, sealed it and
returned to the beach, without any hesitation , the acceptance of
the invitation was sent. It wouldn't be until the next day I would
realise the other message was no longer on my desk. I must of
searched for an hour before it dawned on me what I had unwittingly
done, and by now the missing letter would be already delivered. No
point in wondering how it would be received, or whether it was a
good idea to send it or not, for now it fell into the 'just is'
category, not worth wasting another thought on. One of the other
replies I received was also going to the secret rendezvous, and
like the other was also local, who I later named 'Mystique' as I
found her a mystery, yet this one had lots of children about the
house. She even told me how she knew me from a previous encounter,
plus how we could meet at the party, and how she desired catching
my butt in her hot little hands given the chance. This intrigued
me greatly, who could this be?, there were a few clues, several
children, a cat or two, she had listened to my music and liked it.
Based on reading her self description and reading between the
lines, this lady could quite easily be someone I could fell very
comfortable with as a friend or even more. Still, no matter how
hard I tried, a mystery it remained.
There was nothing for it
but to go and discover the identity this mystery lady. Then there
was the other reply, yes the other one!. This lady received the
name of 'Muse', a temporary temptation. This one was also going to
be at the beach for the special get together, only this one sent
me a picture of her naked form, yet it was headless, the view left
nothing to the imagination, not even her true hair colour or
grooming preferences was left to be discerned. She was with
slender frame and rather leggy, as if purposely designed and
mouldered to suit her sexiful nature. Plus her message like the
picture removed any doubt as to her intentions for me should we
get together at the beach. She desired to relieve he of the
tensions I had developed inside me, several times until the dawn,
then once more for good measure, just to be sure she had
completely distressed my inner pent up passions, liking herself
unto a nurse, revitalising me back to health. Relating just some
of the specialised skills she possessed, how she wanted to swallow
my pride, and how I wouldn't have to do the cleaning up after she
had her feed, as she loved licking up every morsel there was on
offer, and running her tongue over every surface to be assured
nothing was wasted. She also told me how she would workout for
hours just for fun and keeping trim, and how when she's keen she
can just keep on going all night changing exercises, and therefore
the workout couldn't possibly get boring. Although my heart was on
a quest for love, this one had my manhood speaking rather loudly
to me, so much so that it would of been painful to stand while
still wearing jeans, shouting to me “let the nurse perform
her healing magic, and restart the quest afresh after that”.
One thing was for certain, this beach rendezvous was going to be
an adventure that would be anything but boring.
After writing
my responses and sealing them as I had previously, I slowly arose
from my chair, my jeans stretched as tight as they might possibly
get without tearing the seams around the groin and upper thigh
wide open, and carefully headed to bed. My body was extremely
thankful I sleep totally naked, allowing my manhood to pretend it
was a tent pole for the sheets. Some how I knew this tent was
going to be still up in the morning, yet uncertain if it would
leak, should a storm hit while I slept. The weather forecast
reckoned I was in for some pretty rough weather before the dawn
arrived. As I finally drifted off to sleep, I had this sensation
that I was not alone.
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Copyright: Barry R.
Long, 26th. February 2004
Published: www.tardemstudios.co.nz -
1st. March 2004
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