Missing baggage - Closed to Alana and me

[Newstart]

Nobody wants to wear the clothes that they set out in for the whole holiday but even more, nobody wants to wear someone else's clothes especially if they belong to the opposite sex. Well there is my friend Jeremy who likes to 'dress up' shall we say but I'll leave that for now.

What I discovered as I opened my suitcase was that it was full of someone else’s clothes and she wasn't a man!
She had good taste though and I felt bad that presumably she was going through the same motions with my suitcase and clothes.

I had a look through to see if I could find any ID as the holiday company tag was missing but there was nothing.
What I didn't do, and I promise this, I didn't look through all the little make up bags and wash bags.
Hey, it's none of my business what a girl likes to pack for her holiday pleasure.
She had packed a couple of books though so I figured I could borrow one of those for a day or so.

I took the lift down to the lobby to find the holiday rep. With any luck the person who had my case was doing the same but after waiting for over an hour while phone calls were made I decided to leave it for the evening and go out for a beer.
With any luck I’d spot a girl who looked like she’d been wearing the same clothes all day and that would be that.
She would of course have to be around 5’8” and a size 8 with good taste in shoes and 34C – well I did take a little peek at her things, but not in the wash bag – promise!

I chose a café on the beach side, ordered a beer and opened one of her books. I might at least get to know what she likes to read
A perfect start to a holiday except I had no clothes.
Well, not mine anyway.

 

[Alana_]

Pushing open the door to the cafe, I entered with my mobile wedged between my right shoulder and ear, my left hand carrying the basics in a shopping bag,that I needed buy for the next day or two until my luggage was tracked down. My neck was uncomfortably hot, with my long dark hair clinging to it, and I knew by the heat on my face, my nose was pinking up from too much sun.

'Honestly Mum, can you believe it? All my stuff gone astray, and not one word of an apology only that I was lucky it happened here where I'd not be wanting a lot of clothing, only bikinis..Can you believe that for a feeble excuse? Stupid day has cost me cab fare back to the airport and now some shopping..'

Finding a quiet table over looking the beach, I couldn't but notice that yes, the setting was beautiful, and for once not over run with too many holiday makers..That much the travel agent had gotten right..She'd promised me a quiet holiday on an island resort still relatively undestroyed with high rise apartment blocks and nightclubs..Yes it was perfect..Of course I hadn't planned on having my holiday in the buff..No..

'Look, do me a favor, go around to my place will you? Tomorrow text me the phone number of my travel agent, it's by the phone in the hall, and I'll let them have a go at seeing if the case has arrived back in London..No NO! Your not making one phone call.. No..They did this and they can bloody sort it out..Look I'm going to go, I'm starving and I so badly need to get back to my room and shower and get out of these clothes, I feel them almost breathing on me now..Love you mum..give daddy a kiss for me..What?Ok..Im fine..yes..yes..And Im ok for money, stop worrying..My insurance will cover it if it's not found..Now let me go..Mum! no MUM..I'm hanging up now..Mother stop talking..I'm hanging up....Oh god no I'm not cross with you..No..Oh Mum, don't do that..No don't do that * I'm only trying to help you * thing you do..Now hang up..be good..I love you..'

Snapping my phone shut while my mother sniffed and sighed over my lack of compassion for her, and her only being concerned for my well being , I ordered my salad and fruit juice from the young girl that came down to take my order..I dropped my bag and sat, or rather half collapsed into my seat, my feet hurting as my high heals were fine for traveling, but not for shopping in this heat..Putting my phone away, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the tiny mirror on the flap of my bag, and grimaced..

'Oh sweet jesus, I look like crap..damn..'

Tossing my bag down, I looked around, and noticed the rather quaint interior, and the few customers enjoying their meals..Finding my gaze lingering rather longer than I'd intended on one guy reading, a couple of tables away, I looked out the window quickly in case he saw me staring, and thought to myself, as I rested my chin in my hand..

*** mmm..cute..if you like the crumpled shirt look..but yes..cute..***

 

[Newstart]

The light is starting to fade quickly as it does this far south; no long summer evenings here, just a violet twilight and then the night, black dark skies sprinkled with a million stars.
I’m shocked at how quickly the time has passed and then remind myself that’s how it’s supposed to be on holiday. Except that I should be wearing shorts and a t shirt, not the clothes I travelled in.

The waiter brings a citronella candle to keep the bugs away and I ask for another beer while I check my phone to see if I have any messages. The rep. promised to call or text me as soon as she had any information on my baggage but the phone is dead and the charger is in my suitcase. Damn!

The book is ok. It's going to have a mushy ending but that's no problem. With any luck I'll have my own books before then and some clothes from my suitcase and I put it down and look around at the other customers.
There's a few people at the cafe, finishing drinks before dinner and I watch them ebb and flow for a while, trying to imagine who they are and how they are.
There’s a couple not talking to each other, either so long together that they telepath their conversation or else they just have nothing to say.
Then there’s the honeymoon couple, dressed to the nines and all over each other while snatching glances at the people either side of them.
In one corner there’s a woman who looks almost as if she came straight from work to the café. Whatever she’s been doing she’s had a hard day and looks exasperated, as if she’s tried everything and still got nowhere and she’s caught the sun on her nose but her dark hair frames her face perfectly.

She catches me looking at her and I smile briefly before returning to the book I’ve borrowed. I’m embarrassed because I don’t like to be caught staring. It’s a childhood thing “don’t stare” but she’s pretty and I snatch another look and she catches me again so this time I smile at her before looking back at the book.

Suddenly the book has lost my interest and I snap it shut and signal the waiter for the menu.

 

[Alana_]

The young girl arrives with my salad and drink, and as she leans in across me, I look up over her forearm and see the guy with the book looking at me..He smiles,but before I can do like wise, cause lets face it, so far today he's about the best thing that's happened, well he looks away quickly..Sort of shyly...And that makes me smile even more because it's just so darn cute. And he's very good looking, and the little shyness only makes him more attractive..The young girl goes, and I take a sip, and look again and there he is watching me only this time when he smiles. He doesn't look away so quickly to his book this time, and I smile back before he returns to the book..

My meal was good, and I felt a little more human as I finished my drink, and nodded for my bill..God I so had to get back to the hotel and get out of my clothes, shower, and get into something more comfortable..Then a walk on the beach in the moon light, and maybe a swim, and if it was really as quiet and safe as the travel agent said, skinny dipping..Oh that made me grin and almost forget the rotten start to my holidays..A nice moonlight swim, on a beach that by the pictures I'd seen was just paradise..In my bag were two new bikinis, some towels, a little short red dress for an evening or two, and some shorts...So yes, me and my little shocking pink two piece were taking a walk alone together and we'd argue out the *with bikini, or without bikini* when we got down onto the shores edge.

I gathered my things, and stood, leaving the money on the side plate and nodded my thanks..I had to pass the book guy to leave, and I couldn't but allow myself the cheeky pleasure of having a good look at him as I got closer..Yeh..his face was nice..More handsome than I'd initially thought, but not so as to be intimidatingly so..Nice shoulders, great upper arms, I could see that as his shirt clung to the nice swell of muscle in the heat..I found myself then looking automatically to his left hand, ...no ring...good..good..That was a butterfly moment..But then I notice the book..He's reading an erotic romance novel, and if I'm not mistaken one of a kind that I'd packed..I had to stop, and tilt my head to look properly and saw where I'd colored in the O's on the authors name out of boredom at the airport, and honestly don't know whether to laugh or just demand it back with the rest of my things..Deciding on the former, I smile and stood a little embarrassed at my forwardness but I had to know...

'Do you mind?..but on page 69 there should be a note on the side margine..* ask Debs what paragraph 5 has to do with her and Peter*...Would you mind..in your overly dressed state for this heat, and me still in my traveling clothes, I think we may have solved the mystery of the Bermuda Triangle..or a little part of it.'

 

[Newstart]

The sound of a chair being pushed back makes me turn and I see that the woman at the corner table is leaving and giving her money to the waitress. As she stands I watch her move from sitting to standing in one easy movement that seems to go on for longer that I’d somehow expected. She’s much taller than I’d first thought when I stole a glance at her and got caught but at least she smiled back.
I look away again, not wanting to disturb her. I know it can be difficult when you want time on your own and someone intrudes into your chosen solitude. She looks like she’s had a hard day, probably chasing down missing baggage for angry and disappointed holidaymakers.

What a job. It’s the last thing that I could do but I guess there are plusses, the long hot summer and the enjoyment of just being somewhere else for long enough to get to know it.

I look up again as she makes her way out of the café and see that she’s going to walk right past my table. Deliberate? Well I don’t know but at least it gives me an excuse to catch her eye again.
She walks easily with a gentle sway to her hips, lithe and fit and I wonder if she gets that from skiing or dancing. She’s size 8 I’d guess and tall, about 5’8” and I have a sudden flashback to the suitcase in my room that makes me blush.
Suppose it’s her, the owner of the case? She’ll see the book and know I’ve looked through her things but it’s too late now, she's almost at my table so I look up and smile at her again, hoping that she won’t be too offended.

There’s something about the way she’s looking at me, as if she knows something that I don’t and she stops right beside my table, indicating the book that is lying there beside my beer.

“Do you mind?...but on page 69 there should be a note on the side margin...* ask Debs what paragraph 5 has to do with her and Peter*...Would you mind...in your overly dressed state for this heat, and me still in my travelling clothes, I think we may have solved the mystery of the Bermuda Triangle...or a little part of it.”

I like her voice but I’m not sure that I like what she’s saying because it confirms my fear that I’m reading her book from her suitcase and although unintentional, she'll know that I opened it and then looked through her clothes and the other bits and pieces that she'd packed.
I look up at her and try to force a smile, racing to find words to defuse what could be a difficult situation.

“So you lost your suitcase as well.” I say as I open the book, looking for the page.
“Yes, here’s your note. It looks like I have your suitcase and I’m hoping that you have mine.”

Well at least she’s smiling and not being angry and I pull a chair back, inviting her to sit.

“Look I’m sorry that I opened your suitcase but it’s exactly the same as mine. I couldn’t believe my eyes at first, you know, kind of denying reality, just not wanting to believe it?”

She’s smiling at me, nodding her head as if saying, “Go on, let’s see what else you want to confess to”.

“Let me buy you a drink and then we can swap cases. You do have mine don’t you?"

 

[Alana_]

“So you lost your suitcase as well....

Yes, here’s your note. It looks like I have your suitcase and I’m hoping that you have mine.”
”
I can't help but wonder if he has my book out, what else did he see?..Instantly my pink toiletries bag comes to mind..* Oh god please please don't let him have opened that one.*..I give as bright a smile as I can, the image of a guy stumbling across some of my toys making my cheeks turn as red as my sunburned nose. His smile is rather forced, pity about that, because he's such a good looking man, and my heart somewhat sinks..Does that mean he'd seen my pink bag? ..

“Look I’m sorry that I opened your suitcase but it’s exactly the same as mine. I couldn’t believe my eyes at first, you know, kind of denying reality, just not wanting to believe it?”

* Oh no..Dont say it..don't say you looked please don't*..When he doesn't I try quickly to lighten up a little and my smile brightens, amused when I think of the shock I got opening his and seeing all the tidily folded boxers and summer clothing....I can't help but begin to find it funny, imagining him opening my pink bag expecting soap and shampoos only to find my vibrator, beads and and assortment of condoms, and I'm certain my amusement is all over my face as I tilt my head looking at him..Great hands..I have a thing about mans hands, I admit. Tidy nails, nice tapered fingers and good skin.. ..

“Let me buy you a drink and then we can swap cases. You do have mine don’t you?"

'Thank you, I'd like that..and yes, it's at my room..I can't think of the name of the hotel off hand, it's the small one with the cabana's on the beach..'

I pause for a moment, cause this is normally where I get stuck..Do I continue talking or clam up and appear stiff and unfriendly..By nature I'm chatty, I can talk up a storm on just about anything that doesn't involve too much deep thought. My dad says I'm a secret bimbo , but says it lovingly never cruely..My mum says I'm charming and simply feminine..That's coming from a woman who thinks Clinton should still be in office, after all he was just being friendly to that girl..Oh lord ..So I just stick with polite and smile ..

' Ohh..and I'm Mia..Mia Jeffreys. '.

And offered my hand politely. Yes, he was surely the brighter moment in my day..So I figure what the hell..He either likes or doesn't like a talker and I'll at the very least have my suitcase back and some company for the next hour or so until we exchange the cases and go our separate ways...

 

[Newstart]

Now that she knows that I have her case and that I’ve opened it she looks a little uncomfortable. I guess its because she’s thinking that I’ve looked at everything and opened all her little bags. Maybe she thinks I’ve been playing with her underwear!
Well I’d like to, I have to admit to that, but not the ones in her suitcase.

I take her hand and reply.
“Hi Mia, and I’m Sam Fuller.” Her hand is cool and her fingers long and slim.
“Look, I apologise for opening your case but I had no idea it wasn’t mine and when I discovered it wasn't mine I did move a couple of things just to see if there was anything that might give clue as to whose case it was, perhaps an envelope with your booking details, anything really. But I do own up to borrowing one of your books.”

I open the book on the table. “It’s not one that I would have looked at usually but it’s…” I look at Mia and she’s blushing a little… “it’s really quite erotic.” I smile at her and continue. “Perhaps you’d let me finish it?”

I can see she’s relaxing now and we seem to have reached agreement. I didn’t see anything naughty in hers and she didn’t see anything in mine; at least I hope not. My pal Jeremy, the one who likes to wear ladies clothes from time to time, insisted that I take some of his silk scarves with me. “You’ll never know who you’ll want to tie up Sam. Trust me, you’ll regret it if you don’t pack them”.

So here I am sitting in a café in the clothes I travelled in with a very pretty lady who’s in the same situation and I’m wondering if we can have some fun out of this.

“My hotel is just a few minutes from here, we can get your case right away if you like. Perhaps you’d like to grab a shower and change and then we can celebrate being reunited with our baggage. How does that sound?”

 

[Alana_]

Ok..the more I look at this guy the cuter he gets. Lovely eyes and I so like eyes...But the killer is going to be when he stands and I get to see his ass..He takes my hand, and gives it a firm but gentle squeeze and his name..Sam..In hindsight he actually looks like a Sam..That quiet no bull kind of guy that just gets on with it without fuss..His apology offered and a completely reasonable excuse for my book being with him, all I can do is shrug it off and assure him that I'd done the same and tried to find a name also..He was going to keep the book to read..So, now we have cute, sweet, handsome, a possibility of a good ass, nice hands, and he reads , or is appreciating, smut..This was really turning in to a pretty good day.

“My hotel is just a few minutes from here, we can get your case right away if you like. Perhaps you’d like to grab a shower and change and then we can celebrate being reunited with our baggage. How does that sound?”

I thought for a minute I was hearing thing, and had to stop myself from staring rudely at him..I wasn't sure if he wanted me to go get my case at his room, and shower and leave with him from there, or take the case back to my room and meet with him somewhere.

'Oh? um..Sure, that sounds great, but I haven't your case here..we could swing by my place if you like, it'll only take a couple of minutes..And we can do something to celebrate after I get mine..I'd like that thanks...You decide what and where, I'm just thinking of getting out of these things fast.'

I turned scarlet and mentally kicked myself for sounding like I wanted to strip there and then..My brain was addled from the heat, and I wasn't comfortable in the heat dressed as I was.

'Would you mind if we left now, the heat..sorry,'

I laughed relaxing further, the stupid blush was just me being hyper because of the heat. He was easy to be with so far, and I was really needing a glass of wine.

'I just feel like I'm slowly cooking and if now I know I'm getting my things back all I can think of is a cool shower and a light fresh change of something to wear.'

 

[1677]

sorry - wrong thread

 

[1677]

soory - oops -wrong thresd

 

[Newstart]

Mia and I are struggling with the same problem.
It’s like one of those things we had to do at school; “ You have a fox and three hens to cross a river in a boat but the fox and hen can’t be together…”
We’re in the café, her bag is at my place, my bag is at her place but she doesn’t remember her hotel’s name. We both need to shower and change.
We could of course just come to a simple solution here but that’s going to take some trust. I give it a go.

“Look Mia, here’s a plan. We go back to my hotel since you aren’t sure which yours is and I give you my room key.
I’ll wait in the lobby and read some more of your book while you use my room to shower and change and then when you’re ready I carry your bag to your hotel and collect mine. How does that sound?”

She’s listening to me with an amused look on her face that says “Typical man problem solver at work!” but it seems like a good start to us getting our own things back and as she listens her amused look turns into a smile and then she nods.

“Ok, it’s a deal, although I don’t usually shower in a strange man’s room on the first meeting. Is there anything in your room I shouldn’t be looking at?” she says, looking at me with one eyebrow raised in a naughty inquisitorial way.

I think quickly, but most of my stuff is in my suitcase, including Jeremy’s silk scarves; I don’t like to carry hand baggage.

“Well if you can cope with GQ and Nuts and a free toothbrush off the plane I’m ok. Shall we go?”

I watch again as she gets up from the table, no pushing up on the arm of her chair, just toned, lithe muscles moving her from sitting to standing in one easy motion.
I leave some money on the table and follow her out to the street, or at least my eyes follow her beautiful butt out to the street while I fight the chairs that are suddenly in my way.
She turns and laughs at the noise and as I catch up with her I take her elbow and turn her towards my hotel.

“This way. It’s not far.”

A sudden ache in my jaw reminds me that I've been smiling and grinning almost continuously for the past half hour. It must be Mia.

 

[Newstart]

Ooc

We seem to have a keyboard happy reader!
Enjoy friend, but the thread is closed for Alana and me

 

[Alana_]

Out side the sun hits me square on the face, and I'm glad that in minutes I'll be washing the grim away and out of my clothes..Smiling as I heard the clatter of chairs being moved, I turn and see Sam following, and his smile is disarmingly lovely as he emerges into the sunlight too..Yeh, he's an 8 alright..if I can just get a look at that rear, he may make the rare 10..No one has beaten 9.5 since Peter Coal and that was a sympathy vote cause he'd just broken up with my best friend and was heart broken..No, Sam is making the voting ranks all on his own merit and so far, so good.

“This way. It’s not far.”

His hand on my elbow surprises me..I'm not standoffish in the slightest, and have no problem with someone touching me in the least, but this surprises me..I guess cause I figure it's rather quaint or something to have a good looking man guide me along charmingly, or it's rather perverse having a man escorting me to his bedroom when we've just met...Ok scratch that thought, I'm heat addled..Yes, it's heat..I do not DO hotel rooms..yet....Shut up Mia. So I do what I do best, and talk..In the time it takes for Sam to lead us through the little streets, past the tiny traditional shop fronts and bars, to his hotel, I've managed to tell him my life story..From how I got my name, courtesy of my Grand mother thinking I was going to be a boy and wanting me called Dominic, thus my true name Dominica ,which my mum hated, and shortened down to Mia. To my job that consistes of me traveling around for my firm, mapping out locations for possible development in the field of telecommunications. Nice job, nice perks..Company car, use of some of the apartments scattered around Europe if not in use by the brass, and of course traveling..The frequent flier miles gathered allowed me to afford 3 holidays a year to places not spoiled with the advancements my firm offers places more developed.

'I'm babbling aren't I..I'm sorry, I spend quiet a lot of them traveling alone, with little company, so when I do talk, I tend to forget not everyone is in Mia's world.'

I blush scarlet, and laugh, the plastic handle in my shopping bag starting to twist around my fingers and hurting, and I stupidly ignore it as I don't want him taking his hand from my elbow..How sad is that..Five minutes and I'm like a scattered teenager..Well not five minutes, ok, and hourish, but he's cute and every now and again I'm snatching peeps at his behind and yes..!..It's tight, and firm with just enough curve to make the palms of my hands itch..The touch test if it ever happens, will confirm the 10 for sure..

'Oh is this it..Wow. lovely place ..'

We're outside on the front steps of a really nice looking hotel, well known name, and I turn to face Sam and hear myself saying quietly, and I know I'm dieing here,cause my face is burning up, and it's not the sun that's causing it...

' Can I be bold enough to suggest there's no need for you to stay down stairs..If you haven't tried hurting me because I talk so much, then I guess your safe to be around..'

 

[Newstart]

As we walk through the tangle of streets that make up the old part of town Mia is talking. I know about her job, about her grandmother and how she got her name and about the company cars and apartments that she gets the use of and she’s checking me out.
.
Well to be fair I’m checking her out as well and every time I do I add another point to her scorecard and when we catch each other checking we smile easily at one another.

I like her telling me about her; I like her voice and the way she doesn’t end sentences as if they were questions? and she’s pleasantly assertive with an easy laugh so I just listen and make ‘listening’ noises every now and then and eventually we’re at my hotel.

I don’t know why but as we're walking up the steps to the door, Mia suddenly suggests that we go up to the room together while she showers. I don’t think that there’s any meaning in it. I just think that she feels comfortable and safe in my company and I’m very flattered.

The hotel is a good one; true it’s expensive but my holidays are my luxuries for me and I want to enjoy them. We walk up the steps and the doorman holds the door for us.
“Good afternoon Mr Fuller, Miss.” and in we go to the lobby.

“Are you sure? It’s really no problem for me to wait here in the lobby while you shower.” But she insists it’s ok, as if she wants me to be with her in this strange place, like kids holding hands while they explore a deserted building.

We walk across the lobby to the elevators and we must look like Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall back from some adventure in our rumpled clothes, catching the stares of the other hotel guests.
At the room I open the door and show Mia in. Her case is still on the bed looking undisturbed and just as I’d left it.

She smiles as if she’s been reunited with a treasured possession, touching the contents and seeking out her private bags and packages. She turns to me.
“Thank you Sam, this is really very kind of you.” and I hand her one of the hotel robes from the wardrobe.

“No I just sorry about the mix up; take as long as you like. We still have ten days of the holiday left.”
And then there’s one of those moments where I wonder if she’s going to kiss me on the cheek or should I kiss her but we just hold each other’s gaze for a moment and then with a smile she closes the bathroom door behind her.

I pick up the phone.
“Room service please.” While I wait I can hear the shower running and my imagination of Mia just the other side of the door startles me into a partial erection.
“Oh hi room service? Yes, a bottle of champagne and two glasses please, yes, as soon as posible.”

I sit and smile. This could be a very fine holiday.

 

[Alana_]

Everything was in my bag, and thankfully, the pink toiletries bag looked completely undisturbed..I blush again at the idea of him seeing the contents, and can't help but question why..He was a man of the world, he certainly looks like it, so seeing a vibrator wouldn't be that bad surely. Again I have to fight my laughter, and rummage through the contents, to find my moisturizers, thinking of a hypothetical conversation with him announcing in the coffee shop that yes, he had my case and was reading my book..oh..and loved my pink bunny..

I had to turn away from the bag , and find Sam smiling at me, and can only stand facing him smiling back, liking very much what I'm looking at..Taking the pre offered robe from him, and honestly I have to restrain myself in giving him a thank you kiss, he looks so down right kissable..So I just back into the bathroom still grinning, and literally striped in seconds, I was so hot, and not all from the intense heat of the climate I have to add..No..he was a super looking guy, great company and with a lovely easy to be with personality, that was very very attractive to a lady with only a pink bunny vibrator for company....

The shower was just wonderful..I had it on cool, and the multiple jets spray my body, and revive the heat drained muscles beautifully..I have a tendency to hum in the bath or shower, and often break into my own versions of songs, and am now half way through my own rendition of *the way we were* before I realise and shut up quickly hoping I've not been heard. Stepping out, and toweling dry, my hair tucked into a second towel, as I set about moisturizing .

Gosh it feels good, my skin cool and comfortable again, as I bundle up in the toweling robe and brush out my hair, leaving it to dry out on its own..Only then do I realise I'm in a room, with a complete stranger, and it doesn't feel odd or strange at all..Looking at myself in the mirror, I find I'm checking out that I look ok, before seeing Sam outside, and agree with myself, that for someone that's just baked for 36 hours and been frustrated by holiday reps and a mother that likes phoning me every hour to make sure I've drank plenty of fluids and remembered to not trust men with camcorders, that I look reasonably good..

'Oh god Mother..not now.'

I groan, even though I adore her, she haunts me like wrinkles, even from the far side of the world. Opening the door, I peep out, and smile as I see Sam sitting on the bed, looking kind of pleased with himself.. Wondering why, I automatically look around the room for a camcorder, and sigh in relief when I see none. I smile over at him, feeling a little naked under the robe, and wonder if I should get some clothes and dress immediately, or wait politely in case he thinks I'm feeling uncomfortable, which I'm not..Just naked.

'Thank you Sam..I feel almost human again..It's a super shower, big and roomy, made for two I guess...'

I blanch at that and blush, fumbling with the tie on the robe wishing I could learn to think first and talk later, and dive head long in to making myself look like an idiot, when really all I'd intended to say was he had a great bathroom.

'Oh that sounds awful, sorry..I didn't mean two as in you and I..only..Oh God..um..I didn't mean to suggest...Only it's a big shower, so it must be meant for two..Jesus, that doesn't sound right at all......

Ok..would you mind awfully if I didn't talk at all for the rest of the day?'

 

[Newstart]

Mia is having one of those "runaway mouth" moments when whatever she says has two meanings and she is picking up on the worst one each time - a kind of exponential verbal disaster.
So I just smile.

"How are you feeling? Better I hope. It was awful hot and sticky out there in town clothes."

She's blushing in a very becoming way and just about to answer when there's a knock on the door.

"Excuse me, just a minute." and I open the door to the room service waiter who has the champagne and two glasses. I tip him at the door and take the tray from him, not wanting to embarrass Mia who is trying to hide herself. The waiter closes the door behind himself and I turn into the room with the tray of drinks.

“It’s ok now, you can come out. The big bad wolf has gone.” and I set the tray down on the table.
“Champagne? A kind of celebration for one lost suitcase reunited with its owner.” and I pour two glasses and offer one to Mia.
“To a suitcase reunited with its owner.” and I raise my glass.

“But what about your suitcase? It’s still at my hotel.” Mia asks.

“Oh that’s ok, I’m sure we can run to another bottle to celebrate that reunion as well.” and I clink my glass against Mia’s.

“I’m going to grab a shower anyway and then if it’s ok with you I’ll carry your case back to your hotel and you can let me have mine – unless that is you prefer the contents of mine to yours?” I ask with a smile.

Mia blushes. I know that she’ll have opened my case just as I did hers trying to find out who it belonged to and I’m sure she didn’t rummage around in there too much. In fact there’s not much in there like that; just Jeremy’s silk scarves, a pack of condoms and a jar of flavoured lubricant. Well, a man’s got to be optimistic hasn’t he!

I leave Mia in the room and close the bathroom door, well almost. Ok it’s corny but it works in all the movies: handsome stud takes shower while beautiful young starlet peeks around bathroom door and melts at the sight of said stud’s muscles.
Except I’m not Hollywood stud material, just a regular not bad looking guy who tries to stay in shape because that way it’s more fun to ski and swim and water-ski. Muscle beach is not for me – I’ll leave that to the Adonis’ of this world.
I turn on the shower full and strip. The water feels good, hard needles on my skin and as I pick up the soap I remember that the last body this particular bar of soap was being rubbed over was Mia’s. It’s amazing what a little thing like that can do to a man and I feel an erection stirring as I lather myself with the soap.
God it feels good to be out of those clothes I’ve been wearing for the past 36 hours but at least it won’t be long before I can get my own bag back and get a change.
OK, shower off, clang open the shower door, whistle tunefully – well I don’t want to embarrass her by catching her peeking into the bathroom - and then it’s towel around waist, tight to show off the wasp waist, and back into the bedroom.
It’s true, men are just as vain as women are and I’m just a regular man.

Mia is standing, still wrapped in her towel holding out a glass of champagne for me.
“Feel better? Here, drink this.”

 

[Alana_]

I take the champagne, and have a sip, watching him and trying not to look like I'm totally clueless around men..Normally I'm the one that does the *it's ok..I don't mind* routine when a date or admirer messes up..and here I totally at a loss and feeling very bothered..God, but he is gorgeous..And the fact he doesn't seem to know only makes it better. At the risk of sounding boring, he's a really nice guy, and there's nothing wrong with that. Knowing how to be polite, and listen to people is a good quality, even if it's me rabbiting on about nothing..He's polite and listens. And for that, great ass or not, he gets my 10 spot..

“I’m going to grab a shower anyway and then if it’s ok with you I’ll carry your case back to your hotel and you can let me have mine – unless that is you prefer the contents of mine to yours?”

I feel my cheeks burn, as I find myself wishing I had looked a little bit more intensively through his things, and maybe getting better glimpse of the man that is smiling and heading to take his shower..I wait, and feel my tummy get tight as the door is left open a little bit, and sip my Champagne to occupy my mouth and hand that is progressively shaking a little more..Debating on the rights and wrongs of peeping, while I ran the argument through my head, and find myself at the ajar door, and watch him...

Oh my...He's really lovely, and his bottom is just about squeezable enough to make a woman want to squeeze it a little more..I sip my drink slowly, and lean against the door frame, a little smile playing on my lips as I watch him lather up and wash, and actually find my self envying the bar of soap..I go back to the bottle and top up his glass and refill mine, as I hear the bathroom go silent, the water off, and count my blessings for moving, and try to put the guilt of peeping at the back of my head..I'm not a sneaky girl, but I am a woman that has just spent a couple of hours in the company of someone that's really made me notice that my holiday may be taking an upturn...So I make a bet with myself..If Sam comes out in a robe, I'm going to smile politely, and get dressed and be very glad of his company back to my hotel to get his case, and hope that maybe at some stage over the holiday, we meet again..But if he comes out in a towel, we could both be in trouble.. I have a tendency to act first and regret things later..Enthusiasm, my Mum calls it..Being an idiot my Dad says bluntly. Well if I'm going to be accused of being an enthusiastic idiot, then I had better try to calm down and refrain from blurting out things that are so not on.

And out he comes in his towel..Damp, hair tossed, chest hair curling from being patted with his towel, and smelling just the way I love a man, of nothing only soap and him..I take his drink and move a little closer to hand it to him, and smile shyly..Yes, I was actually shy, not something I'm noted for, but my hands are shaking, and I have to sip my drink, as my mouth gets very dry.

“Feel better? Here, drink this.”

I was just about to withdraw the offer of the glass, in case he thought I was trying to ply him with alcohol, and manage not to. After all it's his room, and his champagne, so I'm sure if anyone was going to be plyed it was me..That makes me blush again, and I look down at his feet, and close my eyes, cause they're connected to great legs, that just happen to disappear under his towel which covers..............

'Shall I open the french doors, I'm rather hot.'

Which truthfully I was, I'm blushing from head to toe and need some air. Really , I'm trying to remember the last time I was so flustered, and can't..I need to dress and get out into the open before I start crying, or worse , start talking again..

'Sam..?..Can I be candid and tell you something?..I think that.....'

I fancy the hell out of you..Wonderful Mia..Sssshhh...act quick and just be calm and give the Mia special smile.

'my Hotel has a lovely beach. Would you like to go for a late swim when we go back..Of course if you have plans for the night, it's ok.'

 

[Newstart]

As I stand under the water and soap myself I’m suddenly aware of who’s just used this bar of soap and where its been on her body and my penis stiffens into an immediate erection. Sharing a toothbrush is always a landmark in a relationship but sharing soap? Well I don’t know. I think that it only counts if we’re both using it at the same time.
I finish showering and dry myself, wrapping the towel around my waist.
It’s not that I want to show off but I do just fancy a few minutes out of the clothes I’ve been wearing for the past twenty hours before we walk to Mia’s hotel.

She hands me my champagne as I come out of the bathroom and I know she’s looking me up and down just as I did when she came back into the room wearing just her towel. I hope my “lazy lob” isn’t making too much of a bulge in the towel but on the other hand it rarely hurts to honest about one’s feelings.

She’s very chatty but that’s ok, a bit like an over-enthusiastic puppy but I like that. I never did enjoy deep and meaningful silences and I guess she’s a little nervous at the unusual circumstances and to be fair neither of us know each other at all except from the past couple of hours, but what I know so far I like very much so I drink some champagne and listen

“My Hotel has a lovely beach. Would you like to go for a late swim when we go back? Of course if you have plans for the night, it's ok.”

I smile at her again as she talks. I like her voice and I catch myself watching her lips as she pronounces her words and wonder how it would feel to kiss her.

“No I have no plans at all, not for tonight or even for the week.” Well if I miss out on the monuments and ruins that won’t be the end of the world and who knows, we might see them together. “So a swim sounds good; I’d like that. I’ll have to get my swimming stuff from my case though.”
I finish my champagne and put my glass down.

“Ok, shall we get dressed then? I’ll use the bathroom. Give me a shout when you’re decent.” and I go back into the bathroom to dress hoping that the steam from the shower has taken out some of the wrinkles in my shirt and chinos. It’s not a bad look, chinos and a white shirt but I feel grubby again as I put them on. I really want some clean clothes. I always wear socks on the plane so that I can paddle about without my shoes but now here I don’t need them and I call to Mia as I come out of the bathroom.

“Mia, do you have any talc? I need some for my shoes.”
As I come into the bedroom I toss my boxer shorts and socks onto the bed and notice Mia watching me.
“Too hot for those.” I smile, “just years of habit packing them in case I have to go to hospital. Does your mother say that to you?”

She’s smiling at me and I look at her. She is beautiful, wearing a simple cotton dress that stops just above her knees, Hobbs or Boden perhaps. It’s cut low at the back and finishes in a cotton belt that she’s tied behind her with the lose ends falling across her bottom. I can’t tell what she’s got on underneath, if anything, but what ever it is there’s not much of it, certainly no VPL!

As we leave my room for the walk to her hotel I feel a twinge of regret as if this is the end of it, the end of our own brief encounter. I can see the scene unfolding. We’ll walk in almost total silence and when we get to her hotel she’ll turn at the door and say, “Thanks for your help Sam, it’s been really sweet of you but you know this can never be, that there is another.” and with a tearful handshake she walks into her hotel and out of my life. The End, roll credits, play serious soundtrack, filmed in Vista Vision at our Pinewood Studios and all in black and white of course. The grainy tail runs through the projector and we all stand for the National Anthem.

“Sam. Sam?” Mia is looking at me in a quizzical way. “Hello? Are you still there?”

“Uh oh sorry, I was miles away for a moment.” I smile at her. “Ok. Let’s go.” and I pull the door closed behind me and press the button for the lift and turn to her again.
“I’ll tell you another time. Promise.” which of course assumes that there is going to be another time and that is exactly what I want. I lean towards her and kiss her cheek lightly.
“Ready?”

 

[Alana_]

He's used my talc in his shoes..and it's got me giddy ...Oh dear lord, I really need a life if my talc in his shoes gets me hot and bothered..I put my clothes in a laundry bag and close my case as he waits to take it, and turn around..Ok, so the clothes he's got on need pressing, but he looks so down right sexy it's a crime not to at least feel a little naughty imagining what it would have been like if his towel had slipped off..I blush again, his socks and shorts on the bed like a * imagine what these were covering a few minutes ago* tease. I hate his shorts then..

Sam takes my bag, and leads us out, my dress so refreshingly cool and comfortable, the cotton nice and airy on my skin..I'd put on my white bikini underneath, just in case he was agreeable about that swim and now we were heading back to my hotel for his bag, and I'm wondering will he change his mind and go..Oh dear, he's having second thoughts already, and we've not even gotten to the lift. It's the talking, has to be. I'm a natural talker, but when I'm nervous or anxious, I do rabbit on a bit and it looks now like I'm going to be swimming on my own..You see he's standing waiting, and I tell see he's a thousand miles away, lost in thought..I debate touching him lightly, politely, and decide no, just a little soft word to bring him back..

'Sam?.Sam?.Hello...Are you still here?

I tilt my head lower looking up into his face and smile as he snaps out of his daydream..or escape plan..I'm not sure.

“Uh oh sorry, I was miles away for a moment...Ok. Let’s go.”

and he leads us to the lift and looks at me again..

“I’ll tell you another time. Promise.”

And then he totally confuses me and kisses my cheek, just a little peck, but it's enough to give me goosebumps. My hands get clammy, and I'm staring at the lift door, and the only word that comes to mind is *soft*..His lips were so soft..

“Ready?

Oh hell I was ready..A little too ready, but I had the common sense not to just drag him back to his room and.....Oh that's another story..So I smile at him, a nice little, * that kiss was sweet* smile, and nod..The lift is empty, good if you have something to say, bad of your tongue tied and with a guy that now is using my talc, carrying my case which contains my vibrator, beads, and flavored condoms..God if the ground would only open up and swallow me, or give me the sophistication that would have me portray myself all cool and collected. Instead, I'm in a mess..Honestly a mess and I'm embarrassed and feeling very silly. I'm old enough to know that it takes longer than a couple of hours with a gorgeous guy to want to corner him and shag his brains out, but....ok..back up a little bit..He's gorgeous...That's about it. Gorgeous to look at, and more importantly gorgeous to hang out with..He's terrific company, and very easy on the eyes..

I keep watching the panel on the wall over the door, counting down the floors, and I still can't think of one thing to say other than asking him if he'd like kids..That makes me laugh..I'm standing here now, beside him, and I'm shaking from head to toe laughing at the stupid thought and thank god I didn't actually blurt it out..Score one for Mia for not putting her foot in it.

'I'm sorry..I'm just...I've just had a thought that gave me the giggles..I'm sorry..'

I look at the panel rather than Sam, as I'm so embarrassed, and watch the numbers..6...and a slow 5..and an even slower 4..

'I want to kiss you.'

I can't find my voice, so it comes out in a breathy whisper, and I just move a little and reach and touch his cheek gently..

'Yeh..I really want to kiss you.'

And I do..I know in a couple of minutes when the lift doors open, I'll probably never see him again..He'll call a taxi, have me taken back to my place and the cab driver bring his case to him..But I really wanted to kiss him..I'm impetuous and rarely think things through unless work related..And he's just lovely.

It's worth the butterflies, the flushed cheeks, the tremble in my hand as I cup his cheek and ...kiss him..He tastes of ...freshness. No perfumey gimmicks..Just Sam. Warm, soft lips against mine, my head tilted to one side..I can smell is natural scent, clean, fresh, not just shower fresh, but man fresh..And I can't move away, my lips wont stop moving slowly over his, teasing his to part with the tip of my tongue so I can taste inside..and he's just perfect..

'I'm sorry..'

I whisper against his lips, looking into his eyes, and somewhere I find a little smile and sigh, as I move back..I'm not embarrassed which surprises me..I'm more resigned to the fact I've probably messed things up..We're on 3..And I'll probably only have that one kiss to remember him by..And 2..One more floor and it's goodbye..And I want to cry.

 

[Newstart]

Right out of the blue Mia has kissed me and she’s saying sorry. Why? I’m just so surprised by her kiss that I didn’t know how to respond, didn’t want to seem as if I was reading something into what was probably just an innocent kiss.
Soft lips on mine, her tongue teasing, seeking, the sweet warmth of her mouth and the promise of her body moulding itself to mine as I hold her and I so wanted to just stop the lift mid-floor and kiss her back.
Damn. We’re so caught up in being cautious that we’re shackled.

The doors open at the lobby and there’s an almost uncomfortable silence between us that I have to break. I call to the concierge and ask him to get a taxi for us.
“Of course Mr Fuller.”

Mia looks downcast as if some thought of hers is becoming a disturbing reality so I try to reassure her.

“It’s pretty late and I don’t know the town too well. We can walk it another time.” and suddenly her eyes light up as if I’ve said a magic word. Was that it, “another time”? I hope so. It has the ring of “your place or mine” about it and that promises an easy familiarity between us.

We stand on the steps of the hotel waiting for the cab and the night is scented and warm. I want to say something to her but as I take a breath Mia does the same.
“I…”
“No you go first.”
“No you…” and we start to giggle until we can hardly stand, holding onto each other for support, gasping for breath until at last, laughter spent we look at each other for the briefest moment before I pull her to me and kiss her, both of us wild and passionate, lips and tongues and saliva and bodies hard against each other in a rush of release until we stop and laugh again. I wipe a tear of laughter from her cheek with the ball of my thumb and cradle her head.

“That was fun.” I say and she nods.

“Yes it was.” and she kisses me again, just quickly on the lips and then holds my hand. It’s such a simple gesture but it signals so much: comfort, trust and closeness.

The concierge interrupts with a muted cough.
“Sir, you taxi is here.” and he opens the door for Mia and smiles at her. He’s seen this scene a thousand times before but every now and then he hopes it will last beyond the holiday.
Tonight is one of those nights.

 

[Alana_]

A taxi.! My heart sank..When was goodbye coming? I couldn't help the horrid feeling in my tummy, and had to actively concentrate on not making a complete fool of myself buy bursting into tears..He turns and looks at me, and I have to look down quickly, Sam's voice almost as strained as I'd imagine my to be.

“It’s pretty late and I don’t know the town too well. We can walk it another time.”

My head snaps up, not sure if I'd heard correctly, and all I could do at that point was just nod, and follow him and my case outside..The evening hit hit me, the protection of the hotel air conditioning stark in contrast as the shimmering air around us had my bare shoulders tingle in the sudden change.

I needed to talk to him, to calmly explain that kissing him wasn't something I go around doing with every man I meet..Only I didn't know how, without sounding like I was coming on to him again too strong..

'I..
“No you go first.”
'No you.......

And the then we laughed, maybe nervous, maybe relieved that we broke the silence, I don't know..I can't remember...What I do know was one minute we were caught in a nervous silence, then laughing then ...and then we were kissing..A fun kiss at first, that soon turned to a rather passionate and sultry embrace. Both of us wrapped up in one another, the surroundings for a moment forgotten, case dropped, hotel visitors on the steps close to us not seen, as Sam kissed me, and I kissed back.

That first mutually exchange of passion, left me breathless, and we both started laughing again, relief, a little happiness perhaps, or both, I don't know, but it was good, and I laughed till my eyes watered, and Sam wiped my cheeks, and we just smiled..

“That was fun.”

'Yes it was..'

and just stood looking at him, barely hearing someone behind us announcing that out taxi was there. The case stowed, and Sam and I in the back of the cab, watching his hotel disappear as we rounded the first corner in the direction of my hotel..The driver knowing where to take us when I explained the cabanas on the beach headed for *Serenity Beach*..

And that's where we are now..We're sitting in the car, holding hands, like we've known each other for a long time, we haven't talked much, just no need I guess..But we have kissed and gotten used to the fact I'm not some nut, just a nervous girl that talks too much. And he's as gorgeous as ever.

My case is on the pavement, and I step out, and pay the driver. A bell boy takes the case on inside, and I turn and reach or Sam's hand a little shyly..The nerves are back, but not the bad ones..These are the ones that say, *your taking him to your room..Remember the reason..the case, and then the swim in that order, and maybe, just maybe.............*..I lead us inside, and get my key, and head to my room..One of the cabanas. Gorgeous, traditional, heavenly cool, peaceful and just down right perfect with the most beautiful of beaches ever..There's no way in hell am I telling my employers about here..The beach runs for miles of pure white sand, the clearest of ocean surfs, and all lined with palm trees and vegetation. It's just a picture. The attendant carrying the case goes on ahead to open my door, and we follow, every now and then I look at Sam and can't hide the little smile that just appears when I do so.

'You'll like it here I think..The hotel is small, and very quiet..but it's just wonderfully peaceful. Serene..Just like the beach.'

The gardens and pools beautifully maintained as we pass on down the steps towards the beach..My cabana open, the attendant leaving us, and Sam's case on the couch where I'd left it..Mine has been set aside in front of the closet, my keys left on the bed..The bed..Now did ever a bed look like it was actually grinning, it was this one..I swear, I heard it sighing.

'Um..the bathroom is through there..I'll get us something to drink, and a little basket prepared if you like..Rolls, fruit, cheese ..You know..just something light..'

I'm watching his lips, and just have to go to him..My conscience won't let me have him leave the room with out kissing him..And I do..And my skin tingles, feeling the length of his body against mine, his chest pressed tightly to me as I feel my face flush when the kiss gets a little heavy for a moment and our bodies make full contact, taking my breath away.. I so badly want to touch him, but I refrain and just wallow in the warmth of his mouth moving sensually with mine. Our breaths ragged, and for my part, my hearts racing..

'Oh gosh Sam..That's a 10..'

I step back, and watch him, and he's watching me, and I'm all shy and totally unprepared for what's happening..I'm a middle class Londoner working girl, and I came on a holiday to just chill, and have my baggage go missing..And find something else instead. For something to do, I quickly call the desk and order the wine and basket to be brought to my room..Thanking them, I hang up and find him looking over at me as he goes through his case getting what he needs..

'I'll be right here...'

Clever..Like where else would I go, when he's here with me.

 

[Newstart]

The taxi ride isn’t a long one and we sit holding hands as if it’s something we’ve always done, comfortable with each other but excited as if we’re doing something daring, smuggling an extra suitcase into the hotel, and I manage to snatch a glance at Mia while she’s looking out of the window.
She has such lovely features and the wind through the open window is catching her hair so she absentmindedly pulls it away from her face and turns, smiling at me and I give her hand a squeeze.

As the cab pulls up outside the lobby, somehow Mia manages to pay the taxi fare and that certainly wasn’t what I wanted at all and I’m annoyed with myself for letting her do it but the moment passes and we’re met by a bell boy who takes Mia’s case for her and follows us to the front desk, waiting while Mia gets her key.
I don’t know why but I feel a little awkward and wonder if we should give some explanation but Mia seems happy just to give her key to the bell boy and we follow him to her room.
The hotel is good, right on the beach with cabanas dotted around the grounds under the palm trees. The wash of the surf is competing with the rattle of the wind in the palm fronds and it feels like paradise as we walk together to Mia’s cabana.

I manage to slip the bell boy a substantial tip. I don’t want any queries about the two suitcases in the room that was reserved for one person.

“Well here we are.” Mia gestures into the empty room as if she’s showing a prospective purchaser an apartment, empty that is except for my case that’s stood infront of the closet.

And the bed.

The bed seem huge, dominating the room and for some reason we both stand and stare at it for a moment until Mia rescues us with her continued escorted tour of her room.

“Um...the bathroom is through there. I'll get us something to drink, and a little basket prepared if you like…rolls, fruit, cheese ...You know, just something light.” and I just have to smile.

She’s a compulsive silence filler and I suddenly picture her as a child, stealing the show, a natural entertainer and again she comes to me and we kiss, more intensely this time, our bodies hard against each other, the press of her breasts against me and our hips in contact and when we break it’s one of those “Oh wow” moments and I can feel my heart racing and the dryness in my throat.

We stand, holding each at arms length as we try to understand just how quickly the temperature soared, how quickly our passion was fired and I tell her how beautiful she is and again we laugh, easing the moment until she lets go and calls room service with her order.

As I open my case I watch her on the phone. She has beautifully long, slim legs that sweep in a delicious curve into her bottom and hips. There’s only one word that does it: luscious and I smile at the picture this brings into my mind as I search out a polo and some shorts.

She’s standing, hovering as if she doesn’t want to let me out of her sight and I hold up my clothes as I say “I’m just going to put these on” and gesture towards the open bathroom door.

“I’ll be right here.” she replies as if to reassure me that I won’t find her gone when I return.

But she does and for the briefest of seconds my heart stops as I look around the now empty room to find her gone and suddenly there’s a lump in my throat and I realise just how much I had been enjoying being with Mia.
Then just as suddenly she’s back from the verandah and my relief must be showing because she comes straight to me and kisses me.
“Ok?” in a reassuring way.

“Yes fine.” I add, totally reassured.

 

[Alana_]

While he's in changing I change out of my little dress and fasten a sarong around my waist..The early evening air is so warm, my back is glad of the light breeze it receives from the open door out to the veranda..I actually find it easier to wait outside, because the idea of Sam undressing in my bathroom is a little suggestive for my over active imagination..So I go outside, and am there when an errand boy arrives with our basket,covered in a large picnic rug..I tip him and set it on the garden table and adjust the straps to my white bikini top..Hearing the bathroom door open, I go back in and he's there looking a little distracted so I go up to him..

'Ok?'

I find myself feeling rather protective of him as he seems bothered for a moment, and I kiss him because I want him relaxed and the way he was before he went to change.

“Yes fine.”

And he's fine again, so ..well I kiss him again, and can't help the little sigh escaping me, cause every time we kiss it just gets a little better..My hand reaches to his cheek and I find my fingers moving between our lips and tracing slowly over his..and I'm watching them..I of course blush, and step back a little looking him over in appreciation.

'You look gorgeous..and you taste nice too..'

I had to whisper, my voice just stopped working ..So I turn away, further embarrassed at myself for being so forward, and take out two large bath towels..Looking Sam, I get butterflies and take his hand and led him outside taking my key..

'Would you mind taking the basket?..and ah..er..would it be ok if we went down the beach past the last cabana...I took a walk there early this morning and it's really nice..and private..'

And Private for what ? I ask myself..The man is going to think I want him off on his own to...........Ok..I do want Sam off on his own and.........but I'm not going to force him..I just like being prepared..I swear to god, if he could be in my head now for 5 seconds he'd run, if he could see the little movie running in my head..Beach..surf..night sky..wine..rug..two strings that open my bikini..and a very willing Londoner..

I'm getting that odd sensation in the bottom of my tummy..Nice but terrible, terrible, but I'd not change it..It's the most horribly lovely bundle of nerves I've ever had, and I so badly need a glass of wine to calm my self..

I step on to the sand, my flip flops comfy, and look back at him, and cant' but think wow..Maybe I should send a thank you note to the airline that screwed up our baggage..There's a thought..On any other holiday my days would be full of activities yes, and I always enjoy them, but I'd not have been in a crumpled traveling suit, have my suitcase go missing and meet this lovely wonderful man. We walk slowly, our hands finding the others instinctively, and we just go along silently..

God the place was lovely..maybe even prettier at night than during the day, the beach lined with palm trees, and in between each oil lamps glowing softly, nothing too modern here..and it was just perfect..We pass the last cabana and reach the spot I'd seen earlier..The sand so warm and soft, the waters edge just meters away from where I left our towels..I look at Sam, and swallow hard, we're really alone now, and no suitcases to go collect..And I'm so wanting to cuddle into him and just savor a little closeness but I don't want to come on too strong..

' How about a little swim before we have some wine..hum?..Would you like that Sam?'

and open my sarong slowly, watching him .. and let it slip to the sand at my feet.

 

[Newstart]

“You look gorgeous...and you taste nice too…”
Those are just the words I want to use as Mia kisses me. She is so tactile, running her fingers over my lips as if trying to understand what is happening between us but there’s no need to explain it. We are just drawn to each other with a strong attraction and I know that I want to make love with her, to taste her, to be in her.

The picnic basket has arrived and we walk to a place beyond the last cabana where the beach is hidden from the rest of the hotel gardens.
It’s as if we’ve found our own desert island thousands of miles from anywhere else and if I’d tried to find a place to be with Mia this would be it.
She’s tied a sarong around her waist and it clings to her hips, emphasising the slimness of her waist.

There’s a patch of grass where the gardens merge into the sand and I spread the picnic rug and set the basket down. My mind is racing ahead and I picture us lying on the rug under the palm trees, limbs entwined, kissing deeply, hands touching and exploring, the press of her body against mine.

“How about a little swim before we have some wine...hum?...Would you like that Sam?'

The sea looks so inviting, seeming to stretch to infinity in the moon’s glitter path and Mia is eager to swim. She’s standing right infront of me and looks at me as she opens her sarong, letting it slip to the sand at her feet. She’s playing the temptress and this is almost a striptease, leaving her in the briefest of bikinis.

I smile at her and pull my polo over my head and take her hand.
“Yes that sounds good.” and we run down the beach and into the warm sea, diving into the water as soon as it’s deep enough.
I swim hard for about twenty metres and then turn to watch Mia. She’s a good swimmer and we’re soon together, treading water, just inches apart and without thinking I pull her to me and kiss her and she kisses me back, mouths and tongues, bodies pressed, my erection hard against her and she responds, pushing back against me as we slip under the water.
We have to let go and burst to the surface, laughing and gasping for air. Then suddenly there’s a quiet moment between us and we just look at each other before kissing again.

“Come on, race you to the beach.” Mia has already started to swim as she says this and we swim until we can stand and then run splashing through the shallows and across the sand until we fall, panting onto the rug. I roll onto my back, pulling her with me and we kiss again, little kisses on her eyelids and nibbles on her cheeks and on the tip of her nose and we’re laughing and again my erection is pressing against her and Mia is responding, grinding her mons against my hardness.
Then she pushes herself up from me and sits astride me, wriggling her bottom.

“We’re being naughty.” she says and I know we are and we both so want this but there is a rhythm and timing that we need to follow so that we can pretend that whatever happens just crept up on us, that we didn’t seek it wantonly.

“Let’s have some wine.”

 

[Alana_]

Our swim takes us just off shore, and we're playing and kissing..We get very engrossed, a deep beautiful, that has me for one forgetting to keep my feet moving and we end up kissing below the waters surface until the need to breath brings us up coughing and laughing...It's just amazing..And we laugh and look at one another until the laughter fades and we go to one another again in a quiet moment, and kiss so gently it's breathtaking..Quite honestly I can't cope with the rush of feelings that are confusing the hell out of me..You see, I'm not into just picking up guy for casual sex, but Sam Fuller is one sexy man, and is pushing all the right buttons with just kisses. He feels so good pressing up against me, and I can't but want to be as close as possible..And he's turned on too, I can feel that certain something pressing against me, and I smile, break the kiss and look at him ..just look..he's a lookable guy..

'Come on..race you to the beach.'

and I take off..We get there together and run splashing out of the water and back to the rug, where Sam lays and pulls me over him and we kiss again..And I'm sighing now, he places the sweetest little kisses on my lids and nose, and even though we're laughing and teasing , it's getting a little hot too..My body is so responsive to him, my hips rolling against his, as the feeling of his arousal is too tempting and evident to ignore..I sit up, and straddle him, my ass pressing into him and I blush, smiling down at him..

'We're being naughty..'

And it feels so good..But it's so easy to just go too fast and then look at one another like it shouldn't have happened, and I don't want that..I don't think Sam does either because suggests we have a drink, and I have to agree..

I reach for the basket and pull it closer, and move carefully from him, and settle myself with my back to his hip as he props himself up on one elbow...I pour the wine, and sit the glasses on the fold out lid of the basket and go looking to see what the kitchens had packed..In it was what I'd asked, and a small container with chocolate coated marshmallows and strawberries..I can't resist and put the strawberry to my lips and turn to him, and press the other to his, our noses rubbing as I try not to laugh, and drop the fruit..Course we end up kissing again after, I'm curled in against his tummy, my hand caressing his neck as we kiss, have some wine and more fruit, kiss again, and just relax, the overly heated moment passes for now..

I have to move, as my right foot falls asleep, and I lay on my back,looking up at the clear night sky..My head is full of what will happen when we go back to the cabana, or even whether or not we go back..I know I want him, and I think he wants me too..But how do we get past the wheres and whens, because this is where I lose confidence in my judgment..Are the signals given, ones that say, *it's too soon and we have to wait*, or , *it's soon, but we want eachother so much*, or,* it's been wonderful, I'll call you sometime*..

I don't think it's the latter, but the other two options are where I'm at a loss, and can't fathom whether or not to be less affectionate with him or more, in case he thinks I'm changing my mind. I look to my side, and watch him for a moment, and take a rather shaky breath which surprises me, and I just about whisper..

'Sam..will you kiss me again?'