New Beginnings (CLOSED, for astralkiss and acurseddreamer)

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Marcus boarded the 737. He'd always been a little curious about flying, but had never had the oppertunity. The office he worked for was flying some of their people out to Hawaii for a little light buisness, basically he would have to attend a handful of seminairs and then report back to the people in his office about what he learned. Confrences like this always made the people who ran them seem like they'd thought that they had just re-invented the wheel. It usually ended up being a disappointment, but hell. At least this time he was going to Hawaii. He made sure the trip coinsided with his vacation so he could spend some extra time out their. He carried his two bags onto the plane and stuffed one in the over head compartment, and then sat down in the window seat, stuffing his courier bag under his seat in First-Class.

The 27 year old Marcus hadn't changed much since he got out of high school. He still dressed in darker colors, sadly he had to trade in his tight fitting club attire for a dark buisness suit this time. He was wearing a black blazer and black slacks, with a pale green shirt and black tie. He pulled his jacket off before sitting down and loosening his tie, his black sunglasses still on, his hair pulled back in a tight pony tail, silver rings adorning his smaller feminie hands. He looked at the empty isle seat next to him and wondered who he'd meet today...
 
"Fuck off, I am not leaving! I just got on the airplane!" Kajsa crankily hung up her cellphone, stuffing it back into her black Prada purse, and flopping into her airplane seat, ignoring the people around her for the time being.
Kajsa Nakashima is 25 years old, and cranky. Being a med student at John Hopkins University has a tendency to put a lot of pressure on someone, especially being at the top of your class.
Kajsa had gone to Harvard University for her undergraduate degree in microbiology and was continiuing her studies, with fantastic results. She was head of her class and everyone loved her, but at what price? She was a bundle of nerves.
She toyed with her long golden blonde waist length hair, pulling on it nervously. Her almond shaped blue eyes scanned the row, not really knowing what to do or paying that much attention.
Her slim 95 lb., 5'0" figure of 32c-23-32, was clad in a very short denim skirt and a baggy maroon polo shirt with John Hopkins Medical Center on it, with flipflops that said Harvard. She sighed and looked around at fellow passengers.
 
Marcus Says Hello

The blond haired, blue eyed Kajsa cursing and then plopping down next to him was a bit of a shock. He looked around and noticed everyone else staring. He leaned over a bit and pulled his shades down, revealing those peircing pale green eyes that matched his shirt. "I don't think anyone was expecting that, seems you managed to grab everyone's attention. Bet that happens often."

He gave a small friendly smile, hoping not to piss her off, that would make the next 6 hours very uncomfortable. He pulled out his cell phone, and shut it off. He then looked down at the Ipod attached to his hip and shut that off as well, stuffing the headphones into his pocket. He looked out the window to the tarmac, and sighed a bit softly. He so needed a vacation, but not as much as the woman seated next to him now...
 
"I don't think anyone was expecting that, seems you managed to grab everyone's attention. Bet that happens often." said the man next to her, dressed insome type of business attire, but a bit unusually dark.

She chuckled, looking at him with almond shaped bright blue eyes, set against lightly tanned skin. He had gorgeous eyes, she thought, and smiled to herself, calming down a bit.

"Kajsa, Kajsa Takanama, overly stressed med student, and you?" she said, extending her hand, as she crossed her legs, her insanely small skirt revealing more of her slim tanned legs.
 
He noticed her mini-skirt slide up. He'd be lying if he said it didn't catch his eye. He held a hand out to her and smiled, "Well Kajsa Takanama, overly stressed med student... your in luck today. My name is Marcus Lee Xavier. I'm a Massage Therapist... I might be able to help you a little bit if you want."

He unbuttoned and rolled up his sleeves to the elbow. Many old scars criss crossed his wrists. From a time when things were worse for him, than they are now. He never remembered them, and was always surprised when they shocked someone...

"I'd be up for giving you a small treatment until take off if you'd like. I'm good at what I do." His voice rang true with confidence, his soft spoken nature coming through, his words almost able to take on a comforting caress all their own...
 
She chuckled and shook his hand.
Thank god, she thought when he stated his profession.
He rolled up his sleeves and she saw scars, but they did not shock her. We all have our little secrets, she thought, and shrugged.

"I'd be up for giving you a small treatment until take off if you'd like. I'm good at what I do." his voice was soft and comforting, reassuring her it wasn't a pick up line like all the others.

"Alright," she said, smiling at him, and removing the baggy polo shirt, revealing the underneath layer of a black silk camisole trimmed in lace that revealed quite a bit of her toned midriff and small waist. IT was fairly obvious that she was well endowed, her black bra underneath supported her breasts and cupped them gently. She grinned at him.

"Well, Marcus, work your magic," she said.
 
He smiled and turned slightly more in his seat, his hands searched her back feeling the stress built up in her shoulders and back. "Holy Crap.." He said softly, continuing his searching, all the way down to her lower back, finding much stress worked into a knot their too. "You have way too much stress in your life..."

He began to work her shoulders gently at first, trying to put her at ease before working harder, kneading little circles around the back of her neck and then working out to her shoulders. "I don't know how much I'm going to be able to do here... but if you want when we land we can exchange numbers and I'll be more than happy to take an hour or two out of my vacation and give you a nice deep tissue massage." He realized it sounded like a really bad pick up line, but that's what it was called, and he just hoped she would understand and not think that he was trying to pick her up, even though if she wanted to be picked up he might not have too much of a problem with that.

He continued working those circles into her shoulds and gently down her spine, this continued for a little while until the captian came on the loud speaker and the little seat belt lights kicked on.

"Any better?" He leaned in and whispered softly, before sliding back in his seat and buckling his seat belt.
 
"Tell me about it.." she said when he told her she had too much stress.
She moaned a bit too loud when he rubbed his shoulders, her stress magically melting away, her knots becoming smaller and her body relaxing. She felt like she was floating on a cloud. She sighed whn he finished.

"I don't know how much I'm going to be able to do here... but if you want when we land we can exchange numbers and I'll be more than happy to take an hour or two out of my vacation and give you a nice deep tissue massage."

"As long as you aren't too expensive...I'm pretty poor, embarassingly enough, my dad is paying for this vacation...Here's my cell number, and I would be glad to have another. You are magic," she said, grinnign at him widely.

She sighed when he had to sit back down in his seat, and pouted a little, wanting more massage from him. He wasn't bad looking she thought. A bit delicate for her tastes, but still not bad.

"Any better?" he leaned into her and whispered softly before retunring to his seat.

"A million times better.." she muttered and smiled softly at him.
 
In a matter of moments the plane was in the air and they were able to take off thier seatbelts, the stewards and stewardesses began walking the isle's offering refreshments and he turned to the sweet woman sitting next to him.

"So tell me... is your trip buisness or pleasure? Don't worry I won't charge you for my time. Sometimes I just like being able to help people out, you definitly look like you could use that help right now. So here I am, ready, willing and able."

He pulled one of his cards out of pocket. He worked in a holistic healing center in Boston, the card included his name and office number, he wrote his cell number down on it and handed it to her with a reassuring smile.

"So... Kajsa, if it's not too much of an intrusion would you mind telling me what has you so stressed? I realize med school can be very stressful, but I fell their might be more too it..."
 
"So tell me... is your trip buisness or pleasure? Don't worry I won't charge you for my time. Sometimes I just like being able to help people out, you definitly look like you could use that help right now. So here I am, ready, willing and able."

She smiled when he said that. He was not her usual type, but he was such a nice guy, so unlike the men she had the unluck of dating. He gave her a business card, with all of his information and even added his cell number, smiling at her as he did so. He's actually pretty damn good-looking she thought.

Get a hold of yourself, Kajsa, remember, no men during this trip.

"So... Kajsa, if it's not too much of an intrusion would you mind telling me what has you so stressed? I realize med school can be very stressful, but I fell their might be more too it..."

She chuckled, ordered a diet soda from the flight attendant, received that, put it on her try and shrugged.

"I've always been the best at everything and that has a tendency to mow you down. I'm number one in my class at John Hopkins, right now I am working on a neurobiological project that captures the activity between neurons in this part of the brain," she points to the front of her head, "to this part of the brain," poitning to the back. "And it doens't help that no men that I date end up being nice. They are either pompous jerk-offs that think they are so cool because they are rich and dating a good-looking woman, or simpering momma's boys that are only rich because their parents support them. And they always end up screwing me over," she said, grinning. "And to be blunt, I haven't been laid in a year," she said, turning a bit red, but chuckling under her breath lightly.
 
He couldn't help but chuckle slightly. "A year huh? Well that could cause a bit of undo stress in and of itself. In any event, being the best at everything can be really hectic. I mean it's great to here that your working your hardest and it's paying off, however, between the stress of being the best, the whole bad relationship thing, and the not being laid, it's no wonder your back is a mess and your stressed out."

He ordered himself a rum and coke, and smiled at her. "You have to lighten up a little bit. I'm not saying blow off your studies. Just try to enjoy life. I could tell you stories about myself that would make you want to cry, but here I am. On my way to beautiful Hawaii, single, but still happy. I've got a few seminars to go too but after that it's going to be surfing, swimming, boating and sun for me."

He sipped his rum and coke, "Take this drink for example. Seeing as how it isn't Five O'Clock yet, many people would frown on my drinking "hard" liquor. However, I'm on vacation. So screw them." He took another sip and smiled.
 
She smiled as he ordered his drink and offered his anecdote to the alcohol situation.
"Yes I need to calm down and enjoy life..." she mused. "I am staying at the Hilton, and you?" she asked, smiling lightly at him, highly enjoying his company.

She smiled, lightly touching his hand in a semi-flirtatious manner.
 
He took another sip of his drink smiled, noticing her hand touching his. He took her hand in his and stroked her palm lightly with his thumb, returning the flirtatous guesture, as he continued to espouse his theories, "Well, while I have most of my seminars in the Hilton, my company is putting me up in the Marriot. Not bad hotels by anymeans, but they definitly aren't the Hiltons."

"I really think you should do the best you can to enjoy your vacation. You know? Shut off your cell phone when you don't neccessarily need it, check your voice mail once a day if need be. People constantly having instant access to you can cause a lot of stress, especially when you don't want to talk to certian people." He nodded, setting his drink on the tray.

His pale green eyes stared into her blue ones, he held his tongue for a moment, enjoying the wonderful company and the simple joy's of life right now. Especially the beauty sitting beside him...
 
She smiled and nodded. "That, sir, is an excellent idea. Cutting myself off from the rest of the world sounds blissful," Kajsa said, continuing to rub his hand lightly, arching an eyebrow ever so slightly.

"Sooooo....are the Hilton and Marriott's far apart?" she asked, smiling lightly, ordering a colada from the flight attendant, throwing caution to the wind. She smiled, and crossed her legs again, the skirt riding up a bit higher.
 
"I sure hope they aren't." He said with a bit of a laugh. He ordered himself another rum and coke and continued rubbing her hand lightly. "But on a more serious note, I'm sure you'll enjoy your vacation twice as much if you do so. You have to allow yourself to be cut off also. You know?"

He hoped it wouldn't be to forward but he let go of her hand and patted her knee, he let his hand linger on her knee, his fingers rubbing up and down the side of her knee ever so slightly, "I'm going to try to enjoy myself as much as possible. I plan on trying to learn how to surf, how to Hula, I would love to learn how to breath fire...Hawaii is just one of those places where you can do a lot in a little bit of time, and it all sounds so...Magical!"
 
She smiles as he gives her a lovely description of Hawaii.
"It's beautiful, this is about the fourteenth time I've been here," she said, grinning.
"I already know how to surf, I am taking cooking classes and just relaxing. My dad thought I was going to have a meltdown and paid for me to come here," she said, smiling as his hand rested on her knee. Not her usual type, but fuck it, she was in Hawaii, he had gorgeous eyes and manners, and she was in the mood to have some fun.
She leans over, whispering slightly, "You know what is magical? Have you ever had sex on the beach with the waves gently lapping over you? That would be magic.." she mutters, winking at him lightly, her hand reaching over on his leg.
 
As she leaned over and whispered a bit of redness crept into his cheeks and he began to blush. He whispered back softly to her, "Honestly... no I haven't. It does sound like it would be devine. Maybe you could show me how to surf, and we could spend sometime together once we land?" His voice was soft, nearly fearful.

He'd been rejected alot in his life. By his family first, then people he thought were friends, even by girlfriends. He usually gave off a bit more confidence than he actually possessed, and this was indeed a moment of weakness for him. His hand slid off her knee and down along her thigh very slightly, caressing her leg with his seemingly manicured fingers.
 
His hands were softer than most mans' hands, but Kajsa liked it. MArcus had a touch of gentleness that made him all the more alluring and mysterious to her.
"I would be glad to teach you how to surf," she muttered, her hand skimming up from his thigh to his hand, going to hold it, smiling at him, her dimples showing.
He would be a contrast to her usual beach bum surfer type, she thought, smiling wryly at that thought.
Marcus intrigued her, unlike the other men that she could read like books, that showed what they wanted easily, and were so confident that Kajsa Takanama was a huge slut because she dressed a bit provocatively and was a blonde, which drove her nuts. Marcus on the other hand, he laid back and let Kajsa hit on him, responding with a cool tone, sometimes seeming a bit disinterested to her, which was something new to her.
 
He continued caressing her leg and finished off his second rum and coke. This time opting for just a coke. "Cool, that is totally one thing I wanted to learn when I was out here. The only other thing I think I really had on my HAVE TO DO list was a motorcycle ride around the island. Back home I have a Kawasaki Zephyr X1999. My dream bike is a Harley style cruiser.. but for now I'm happy with the Zephyr. All the photographs I've ever seen have had these beautiful shots of the ocean and beachs from almost road side, so i figured why not... might be fun. Do you ride at all?"

He smiled a bit more, just the thoughts of having his long hair out of it's ponytail, the wind blowing through his hair. It almost gave him goosebumps, the thought of that same trip with her holding onto him DID give him goosebumps...
 
"Sounds like it would be fun, I love motorcycles," she said, running her hand up his leg, a bit less veiled this time, her intentions more than clear.
"I think we should spend time together here, it would be fun..." she said, biting her lip and then looking at his eyes deeply. "I know quite a few wonderful spots that are only known to the locals, and I would be more than glad to share them with you whenever you have a spare moment. As long as you don't mind the fact that I really like going naked whenever I can," she chortled as she stated that, a sly grin playing upon her lips.

She continued to rub his leg, feeling the heat pulsate through her body as he caressed hers, a sigh coming to her lips.
 
He flat out blushed. His normally cool demeaner faltered slightly and he studdered just a bit, "Umm.. I.. that would be wonderful. As I said, I have a few seminairs I must attend, but after that.. well.. after that I'm all yours." He looked back into her eyes, his fingertips drifting further up her leg, crossing from her knee to her inner thigh, sliding up as high as her skirt, and stopping and running just as softly, and slowly back down.

"I would really enjoy spending time with you." His body reacting to her words and caresses, needless to say he wouldn't be standing anytime soon, buisness suits did nothing to hide things from the imagination. His other hand drifted up to his cheek as they spoke and as he stared back into her eyes, he caressed her cheek with those soft, delicate hands, tracing her jawline slight and gently passing his thumb over her lips...

"You've got those most beautiful face.."
 
She stared into his cool green eyes as he mentioned all of this to her, just smiling as he felt her leg, running his hand up and down, her pussy wettening with his touch.
God, he is as pretty as I am, she thought, turning red at that thought.
She got lost in lala land of fantasies of them on the white sand beaches, having sex with the waves crashing over them, unlocking the secrets that lie within his delicate hands, that gave her so much pleasure.

"You've got the most beautiful face.." he said, running his hand over her cheekbones, and her face, running his thumb over her soft lips. She quickly grabs his hand and kisses it lightly, turning it over and nipping at his wrist, his skin soft on her lips.

"You're not too bad yourself," she says, winking at him and the back of her hand caressing his face.
 
He shifted a bit in his seat, attempting his best at hiding his forming erection. He couldn't help but smile a bit more as she nipped at his wrist wondering if she noticed the scars in part, and also wondering if she would even care. He leaned into her caressing hand as she returned his compliment.

"Why thank you... coming from those lips... it could only be a compliment of the highest sort..." His fingertips pushed up slightly under that skirt which had all ready risen up, twice on it's own. He couldn't help but wonder if the heat he felt was of his own making or if it did infact come from between her smooth, delicious thighs...

He spoke softly; "If I am being to... forward... I appologize."
 
She grinned.
"In my case, there really is no risk of being too forward. I am not as stodgy or frigid as I appear," she said, sliding her hand closer towards an obvious erection, watching his face redden lightly. She nipped his wrist again, and grabbed a blanket, tossing it over her lap quickly, moving her crotch closer to his hand. Winking at him, she raises an eyebrow suggestively.
"So, what have you in mind for such a long flight? Not much to do, hmm..?" she asked, biting her lower lip and looking at him with a seductive gaze, her eyes piercing his soft green ones as she searched his expression.
 
As she through the blanket over he lap and moved hips hips towards his searching hand, he felt his heart beat quicken. His fingertips found her wet crotch, along with any underwear she might be wearing. He smiled and stared back into her eyes. He was excited about what the next few weeks would bring. He honestly couldn't wait for this plane to touch down. He leaned in and pressed his soft, delicate lips to hers. Kissing her.

His whole body felt like it was on fire, his passion coursing through him. At the same time his fingertips began to rub gently under her skirt. Feeling her heat and wetness. Visions of the things she'd described passed through his mind, her naked. Them naked together on the beautiful Hawaiian beach, making love as the waves crashed down on them...

As he broke away from her lips, he leaned in and whispered into her ear, his lips brushing against her ear gently... "I didn't think you were frigid. I'm just honestly not used to being so forward withsomeone I find so attractive. You bring something out in me... and I like it."
 
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