Paradise Lost (closed)

[ArcticAvenue]

((closed for YourDreamGirl))

The phone buzzed on the sink, and Jake had to quickly shake off the rest of the shaving cream just to hit the speaker button. “Go for Jake,” he called to it.

“You got me on speaker?” came a grizzled voice thick with an east coast accent. “Take me off the fuckin speaker Jake, I ain’t ya parents here wantin to say night night to your bubby.”

“What the hell’s a bubby, Shaner.” He was picking up a razor to start the final clean-up of his face. In front of the mirror it was like watching someone go from a grizzled old veteran to an apple-cheeked rookie in seconds. Getting a haircut the night before helped too, because those unkept strings of brownish hair now became jetblack and perfect for styling. It didn’t hurt that standing shirtless, showed off what nine straight months of professional hockey can do to one’s abs, chest, and arms. Now he looked more like the 24 year old stud you would expect from a hockey boy.

“Just take me off the damn speaker, Jake. This ain't one of those calls where you’re little friends can hear.”

“I’m shaving,” he said as he manipulated his face for the razor. He threw a pile of cream off the blade and into the sink. “Beside, they already moved out. I got the place to myself until when the lease is up in July.”

“Are you sure you are the only one there? Didn’t you have a girlfriend shacked up with yous?”

“Broke up. Caught her fucking the pilates instructor.” It was the lie he told half the team, and it wasn’t completely wrong, but he wasn’t about to give his life story to his agent. “Why all the secrets anyway.”

“Cause I don’t want any of thems to get jealous and ask why yous my best client.”

“Cut the bullshit, Shaner, just get to telling me what the Icers are offering and so I can get pissed off and drink all day.” When you are his age, Jake just had to grind his way into the professional hockey growth curve. You could sum up the majority of the player’s careers through a simple path of little knowns and has beens. He struggled his way through college hockey, signed with a barely-called-a-minor team, and now waits for that opportunity to be in just a normal minor team. Of course he would be there long enough either to get cut when he is past his prime, or he get a real life & spend the rest of his days in beer leagues. His contract was up with his current team, the Alaska Icers, and as much as he liked it up here he really wanted to make enough money that he could afford to not share an apartment. Jake was the top scorer in the play-offs for the whole league this year, surely not having to share his bathroom with a superstitious goalie isn’t asking too much.

“I ain’t even given the Icers a call. Not yet.”

“Jessssus, what the hell,” Jake spat. “You got one job.”

“And that is to take care of yous, Jake my man. That’s what I did.”

Jake shook his head and gave a long sigh. He didn’t like Shane Blackwood much, but you don’t get to improve on your agent when your at his level. “What did you do now?”

“Gotcha a tryout.”

That got his attention. He tilted his head and swiped at another patch of whiskers. “Where, someplace in Canada? AHL?”

“Betta.”

Jake stopped, thought for a minute. Shaner wasn’t the most keen hockey guy, but surely he knew there wasn’t much out there better than AHL for him. “I hope you are talking about someplace in Western Europe, because I ain’t gonna be able to learn Russian in time for the KHL.”

“You got the H and the L right, my boy.”

Jake could almost hear the smile through the phone. If he is saying what he thought he was saying, the man could be outright crazy. “What are ya telling me, Shaner. What the fuck are you trying to say.” Jake was actually pissed. If this was a game, he didn’t want to play it.

“I gotcha a try-out with the New York Rangas.”

There was a pause on the line. It was mostly coming from Jake who stood looking in the mirror not moving a muscle.

Shaner couldn’t keep it in, and just shouted over the phone. “The New York Fucking Rangas!”

Jake still had nothing. “When.” It was all he could say.

“Next week. Simple tryout, no commmitment on yas or thems. Ya skate around for a bit and whateva, and then if they like ya they ask ya back for camp in August. If not, they throw some bills at ya for ya troubles. Even if ya don’t get called in, it will piss off your current owners, am I right? Getcha a good paycheck, am I right?”

“How … how did you ...”

“Did I not tell ya playin’ against an east coast team for a cup woulda pay dividends? They saw ya, they fuckin’ saw ya.”

“But I sucked.”

“You scored a goal on that fuckin’ Norwegian everyones jerkin’ off about. That ain’t even anything to sneeze at. …. ” Blackwood started to ramble on about this or that, but it went on deaf ears.

Needless to say, Jake’s head was spinning. It’s an understatement to say this is a dream come true. He wasn’t a fan of the Rangers growing up, he prefered to watch teams that won; plus being from Minnesota he followed the western teams more. But as kids every hockey player dreams to play in the NHL, no matter with who. Sure, there was a chance he could follow a path to the NHL, but this was like finding the biggest shortcut in the history of anything.

“... AND that’s not even half of it,” the voice on the phone said to bring him back to reality. “It’s not New York you are flying to. They said they didn’t want to break up their vacation, so theys trying out in fuckin Hawaii. They gonna put you up in one of them beach places, and pay for everything for a week. All ya got ta do is skate around for a few hours and put the puck at the back of the net. How’s that shit?”

“What? How …”

“Be good for ya, if ya ask me. A little sun, a little sand, a little drink. Now you aint got a girlfriend, you can fuck one of those cuties down there with the coconuts on her tits.”

“This makes no … no sense. Why the hell … Hawaii?” Jake asked confused.

“Yeah, I bet it doesn’t ... but here’s the deal. They said you can say you tried out with the Rangas but ya can’t say where. You can’t say your going eithers until after, and then its just that you got a tryout. See, my cousin, see, he has this time share down there, and … well, let’s just say they owed me a favor. Okay? “

In a way it didn’t matter. In a way none of it mattered. Standing there, half naked, half shaved, and half lost in his own mind, all he could think of was one thing. “The Rangers.”

 

[YourDreamGirl]

“So I got a big break in my story Wes...Really big!” Rachelle shouted as she busted through her editor's door. She was the only female sports writer at the Gazette not to mention the youngest at 24 years of age. She worked hard throughout college and then throughout the grunt internship at the paper and with the file she was now waiving in her hand she wouldn't have to share a byline in the sports section anymore.

“What is now Lane? Jockeys dressing to keep up with horses or wait let me guess men's tennis professionals coming out with a new cologne?” The well seasoned Wes asked with sarcasm. He never really gave Rachelle a shot at writing the serious pieces. As he saw it her lack of a shaft made her more suited for the puff pieces. Those were usually articles about which athlete was spotted vacationing where and dating which hot new actress.

“No, way more corrupt, way more seedy and totally not expected to be going on in the NHL” Rachelle said plopping down on his desk and flicking her long dark brown hair back away from her face. She then gave Wes a smirk before dropping the file on his desk.

“What in the hell am I gonna do with this Cain?” he asked scratching his head before adding “This betta be good with you barging into my office like this! And move your ass off my desk will ya!” Wes tossed a pen at the caramel toned Rachelle.

She hopped down and made herself comfortable in a chair. Rachelle was so nervous that she nearly chewed that pen in two as she watched her editor read her latest hunch on a story.

“Is this what I think it is?” Wes garbled.

“Ah huh.” Rachelle said shaking her head with grin.

“If you're saying that the La Costa Nostra is paying the Rangers to throw games? This could be huge Rachelle...really huge! Not mention trouble making without solid proof woman”

“I have video tapes of noted mob members dropping off mysterious bags at the training sessions and later someone picking it up and going back inside the rink Wes! That's proof enough, not to mention my inside source with the team. He says that he has photos to proof which players are taking pay offs” Rachelle said defending her story. Her small c cup chest puffed out like a peacock. She was a petite woman standing at 5'2 and weighing on a good day 120 lbs.

“So where is this source now huh?” Wes asked a bit irritated with her now seeing her frustration with him.

“Well...that's the catch. Last I heard he was on his way to Hawaii. Apparently the Rangers are having a top secret tryout slash training thing or something there. Anyway he says something big is supposed to be going down then. And wouldn't ya know Wes? Hawaii sounds like the perfect place for a mob to make secret dealings with the Rangers” Rachelle said relaxing her body into the seat.

“The last place anyone would suspect would be Hawaii. I know somethings up here, Wes just give me a chance to prove it.”

The older man sat still staring perfectly straight into Rachelle's green eyes. Wes grunted and growled under his breath before answering “Okay Lane. You got two weeks down there and if nothing comes up expect to be working back in the “Wedding announcement's” section. You understand?”

Rachelle was speechless as she got the okay to go on the paper's dime. As she went back to her desk her heart began to pound harder and harder as she realized exactly how much pressure she was under.

How was she going to get close enough to them to get more proof? She could always just preform a stake out she thought to herself.

 

[ArcticAvenue]

The man bleeted the whistle, and Jake took off digging into the soft ice with each step. The air was so hot & humid that he felt like he was skating through a lake rather than on top the ice. He reached the blue line, turned and came back to the end. This was the fourth time on the shuttle run trial, something he has been doing since he was a pee-wee, but now he was gutting out a time to impress the scouts. This ice made it even more gutting, and he felt as slow as he was as a pee-wee. Turning back around at the red line, he couldn’t help but to look over his shoulder at the man with the whistle giving him the instructions and screaming at him to push harder. Jake didn’t recognize him from the moment he first shook hands, he wondered if Shaner wasn’t just playing him. At the far end line, when he turned his eyes started to glaze over as the last of his energy was ready to come up with this morning’s breakfast. When he passed the starting end line for the last time, he heard the stopwatch beep off and nearly collapsed onto his knees.

“Get a drink,” the man said through his whistle.

Jake remained with his stick across his knees as he slowly moved towards the goalie net with the bottle on top of it. He sprayed half the water onto his face, drenched in sweat, and splashed a little into his drying mouth.

This schedule was a bit ridiculous. He was on a red-eye from Alaska and landed on Oahu at the crack of dawn. Then it was straight to the rink where the he learned this wasn’t just a warm-up before the try-out, this WAS the try-out. It wasn’t a short one either. This set of shuttle runs, this was how they started the third hour. He did agility drills, skating drills, shooting drills, passing drills, and everytime he thought it was over they made him do something that required him being timed. All he really talked to was the guy with the whistle, but it was clear there were four or five men up in press box. Every so often, like at this time, he would skate over to the bench, pick up a cell, and talk for a bit.

This was what it meant, though, wasn’t it. This is what it took to prove that he had what was needed. Even if he there were lakes in Minnesota during the summer that were better to skate on than this rink.

The man with the whistle turned back to Jake, “what’s your name again?”

Now he was starting to worry. Noone tortures a guy for three hours without at least getting their name first. “Jason Stendahl, sir.”

The man turned back to the cell and could be heard repeating the name, then the rest of it all muffled out. Then called back again. “You go by Jake?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah,” he said into the cell.

A minute or two passed and then he hung up and skated back. “Okay, for this week if anyone asks your name is Jake Salvador, got it?”

Jake looked confused but nodded, no longer choosing to question anything but what it took to get out of here.

“Good. You're done, we’ll call your agent from here on out. Get changed and get out of here, the car is waiting.”

Sweat dripping onto the ice Jake said, “can I at least shower?”

“They got those at the resort. You have ten minutes.”

---

While he would have wished to get his legs underneath him before skating for the Rangers, now at least he can enjoy the rest of this trip. By the time the plane took off, he basically assumed that this was a waste of a try-out. Will look good on a resume, but its not like he would get picked up by the team. No undrafted minor leaguer gets invited to a camp. So, while preparing for the tryout kept him in shape, what he really looked for was a week in paradise. Sun, sea, and as much booze as can make a guy not feel feelings.

Finally able to wash off the red-eye, the try out, and everything else confusing about the last day Jake felt clean, refreshed, and hungry. He barely had a look around the resort room, which seemed to have a balcony and a couch or two, he was more interested in food. It was late afternoon, the sun was starting to do cool things in the sky, and the sounds of music & the smell of food was bringing him down to the beach front.

That’s where he found this bar, restaurant thing. He couldn’t even explain it. It was a bar, they were serving food, but the floor was sand … like beach sand. The table was stuck into palm tree. The servers were wearing flip flops. And there was music playing from guy with weird looking guitar. When a big old plate of fish wandered by, he knew he had found his place. Just grabbing the last open table he plopped down and relaxed back.

“Whatcha drinking, hun,” the waitress said as she approached.

“I don’t care,” he replied, “just make sure it’s big, it comes in a funky glass, and it is filled with lots and lots of booze.”

 

[YourDreamGirl]

Rachelle had been there for a week and it was a week with out a break in her case. Time was running out since now it was the second week and she still couldn't get hold of her contact or info on where the training session was. Things were starting to look like a dead end. None of the professionals she knew from the team were there. So what else could she do? Enjoy the island she guessed and wait for the story to fall into her lap, any story really.

“I'll have another, please” Rachelle asks the waitress as she sat at her table her feet lazily strumming in the sand floor beneath it.

Rachelle put out her hand tapping her “On second thought I'll just have whatever he's having please”

She pointed to the table directly in front of her and motioning to the man's large, funky drink. Then she turned her focus back to the people lounging about the beach. If she wasn't there working it would have been fun although she didn't have anyone to share it with. Rachelle had only just now begun to get over being stood up at her wedding just a year ago. Apparently she wasn't as adventurous as her ex-fiance would have like her to be.

Rachelle sat there running her finger along the rim of her glass daydreaming about what things would have been like if she had married him. Then laughed it off realizing that he would have loved nothing more than to see her now in their would be spot alone.

“Isn't this just adventurous?” she asked herself contemplating whether or not to join the man in front of her who was obviously there alone. Thirty minutes had passed with no sign of anyone and the lack of a wedding ring was only further proof of it.

What could be more adventurous than flirting with a man whom she didn't know and in a tropical paradise no less? Rachelle could hear the voices of her friends echoing in her ear, telling her go on, do it. Not to mention she hadn't had sex in the past year that didn't involve her alone. He was very attractive and looked well fit, his dark hair went great with his eyes.

“He must be some kind of male model or something” Rachelle sighed taking another sip of her liquid courage.

“Alright here goes nothing!”

She stood up and grabbed her drink and headed in his direction. As soon as Rachelle made it just a few inches from his table she had second thoughts about the whole idea.

“What are you doing here Rache? He probably does have some hottie or something waiting in his room with looks like that” She paused staring for a second until she immediately turned around. Rachelle took a deep breath wondering if he saw her .

Panicking she tried to leave and nearly bumped into a waitress carrying a platter of food. The waitress and the platter were just fine but Rachelle had managed to trip spilling her drink all over her white linen shirt.

“Well that's just awesome!”She remarked sarcastically and wringing her shirt of alcohol. Fortunately she was wearing a pink bikini so she just had to lift the shirt over her head and take a dip in ocean. She stood her body covered in sand because of her slip up and caught eyes with the handsome stranger.

 

[ArcticAvenue]

It was that point of the night when the amount of alcohol in his system was enough to make him feel good, but not so much that it was becoming a problem. The warm air kept the feeling of the sea running through his nostrils. He wore a blue hawaiian shirt, at least what he thought was hawaiian, with coconuts and strange looking trees on it. He wore simple white shorts just because he just wanted the air to flow over his tired legs, and in the warm night he could almost feel the recovery begin. He ditched his shoes and couldn’t help to flex his toes in the sand beneath the table. He hadn’t even bothered to order dinner, letting the fruit in the drink be his only meal. On top of that, whatever was playing in that guy with the funky guitar, it was nice, it just made it all … nice.

He kept noticing the girl at the other table, though couldn’t remember exactly when he first did. He tried to force himself not to stare at her. She had a body that seem to light a spark in him, simply because she was well curved and … well .. short. Her long brown hair seemed to dance at the ends in the wind. Her skin was darker than most of the tourists, but she didn’t seem like she a local either. Locals wouldn’t come to a place like this alone, surely, and probably not someone as pretty as she was. This made his mind begin to create more opinions about her just from the way she looked. He wondered if she was a working girl, the kind you find in hotels like this. But Jake didn’t like to think that; no, she looked like too good of a girl for that. She probably came from some small town somewhere, here visiting family or friends at some base, left behind as the third wheel. In the odd story about her he was forming in his head, she was a dancer, or an artist dragging him out into fields to frolic and kiss under the dying sunlight.

And in there is EXACTLY why that Jake had sucked getting back on the bus since he broke up with his girlfriend. You go that long with one girl, and you forget that you have to flirt and date before you make a life commitment or two. So rather than deal with it, he thought to try to not to stare at that short girl with the long hair -- or better yet, try not to get caught staring at her. However, as the drink emptied, every once in a while he’d catch her catching him.

Another drink arrived at his table, somehow trying to keep track if this is the second or third, when he saw her get up. Not just get up but head his way.

In his mind he repeated, take it easy, she probably won’t be interested in some flailing dumbass pick-up lines. The “come here oftens”, the “nice top you are wearing”, or the worst of all worst dumbass pick-up lines the “Let Me Buy You A Drink”. Just say hi when she comes, that’s it. Just say hi.

He counted a couple of seconds then looked up to smile at her approach.

But she wasn’t approaching anymore.

The short girl with the long hair. was walking away from him, quickly … then blammo!

She was down, covered in colorful booze, her white shirt showing off something pink underneath. She looked horribly pathetic .. but it a way, it calmed Jake to no end. Laughing he stepped quickly over to her and reached for her hand.

“Here, let me help you up. Then Let Me Buy You a Drink.”

 

[YourDreamGirl]

Rachelle blushed lightly and then took his hand. "So much for smooth introductions" she smiled and lightly laughing off her fumble. "Clumsy I know. I've always been kinda goofy that way"

Her smile only widened as she dusted the rest of the sand from her body. She lifted her shirt over her head and started to dry her body with napkins. "Thanks for buying me a drink by the way." She would be fine with another drink seeing as it would only be her second one after she had finished her first really tall glass. Rachelle was well on her way to a pleasant buzz before she had spilled her glass.

"Uh, my name's Rachelle" She stuck out her hand for a handshake. Who would have thought that her taking a tumble was a great way to pick up guys? She most certainly didn't. Rachelle joined him at his table, dusting her bikini bottoms for sand before she sat down. Now all that was left on her mind were thoughts telling her not to blow it and hopefully, he likes what he sees and isn't just sorry for me.

An almost noticeable frown spread across her face as she thought about that last thought. The upbeat tone of the music had suddenly changed from frantic dance to slow, exotic and romantic. It was the perfect tune for a couple to dance to under the night stars.

Rachelle looked out to the sea for a moment catching the last bit of sunset that was left to be had. Then she turned her focus back to him.

 

[ArcticAvenue]

Needless to say, Jake’s attention immediately went to the pink bikini top as soon as she pulled her shirt off, and he watched with an appreciative eye each and every touch of a napkin on her body. He couldn’t help but to notice how firm everywhere she touched, and got to think what it would be like to be wiping her off himself.

That’s when her hand shot his way.

He shook it, and responded, “Jake. Jake Salvador.” He got a little proud of using the fake name the guy at the try-out told him to use, especially in the state of mind the drinks and her body were starting to put him in. He slid back into his seat at the table and when she joined him, he watched as the last of the sand sprinkled off her bottom.

Needless to say, it was getting a bit warm for him. The music found some new romantic beat, the kind of song that makes one forget about their problems so to speak. The pretty girl sitting next to him that only just met almost seemed to fit the possibilities that echoed in the tune through his mind. He let the last couple of buttons pop open on his shirt so he could let the sweat off of him.

But this was not the time for the awkward silence of first dates. This place didn’t deserve it. He ran his hand through his hair, took a long sip from his drink, collected his thoughts, and laid with as much confidence as he could muster.

“Here on vacation, I assume?” he asked. “I expect not many locals come here for the volcano shaped glasses of booze. Unless they left their husbands or boyfriends recently, I guess.”

 

[YourDreamGirl]

Rachelle just smiled at his not so smooth way of asking if she was single or taken. "No actually I'm working" she answered. "I'm a journalist...a travel journalist" she paused thinking over her decision to hide her real line of work. Technically it was the best choice considering she wasn't supposed to be there snooping around for her story.

"Maybe you've heard of me? Rachelle Wade?" she changed her last name just in case he might of heard of her. But she doubted that since she shared almost every byline in the sports section with another writer.

"Well anyway, it's my job to go to these places with the cheesy volcano shaped glasses. That hardly leaves anytime for a relationship"

Then the waitress had bought her another drink after she flagged her down. "So what brings you here? Professional Surfer? You seem like the athletic type." Rachelle spoke with a soft tone before taking a sip of her drink. Hopefully it wasn't so noticeable when she ogled his chest. As soon as those last few buttons of his shirt let go loosened, Rachelle's eye were drawn to his chest like a magnet.

So she tried focusing on the music and the people dancing just behind him. The more sips of the fruity concoction in her glass, the less reserved she was starting to become.

"You wouldn't mind if I just threw you down on some soft stretch of beautiful sand somewhere and fuck oh, I mean have sex with you till you can't stand anymore?" Rachelle asked him.

No. Not really. But she wanted to. Her mind had become busy with creating different fantasies of him and what he might be like. In her mind she was just bold enough to have a one night stand with this handsome guy and in her mind he would say yes. But she had learned over time never to get her hopes up too high. Especially since the last time she did she thought she had stumbled onto the biggest story in her career.

 

[ArcticAvenue]

“It’s a good way to make a living,” he responded to the talk of a travel journalist. Envious in a way, but proved she was probably way smarter than the girls he usually hit on. Most of them have to add ‘i’s and hearts to their name, because otherwise they couldn’t spell it correctly. “But, I’m sorry … I haven’t heard of … or I haven’t heard of you, sorry.”

When she asked about him, he all but blurted out, “I’m here for a tryout.” Then he caught himself, floundering some. “For a trainer. I mean, I tried out to be a trainer. I’m a personal trainer back home.”

He was slightly embarrassed by what was almost a blown cover, and took a long drink from the volcano in front of him. When he turned back to her, it was pretty clear he caught her staring at his chest.

His instinct told him to make a move, suggest getting out of there, and then finding some hidden place to really give it to her. The booze was helping to pull that instinct out. Whatever was left in his conscious told him that such an idea was not only crazy, it was probably not the last thing she had on her mind.

"You wouldn't mind if I just threw you down on some soft stretch of beautiful sand somewhere and fuck oh, I mean have sex with you till you can't stand anymore?"

So much for his conscious.

He played it cool though. He gave a long sigh, and slide back into his chair until his shirt fell completely off his front. “That could be problem. Endurance is a speciality of mine. So, I can stand for a really really long time.”

He wanted to give her a cheeky wink. Wanted to see how she reacts.

Maybe it was the music.

Maybe it was the warm weather.

Maybe it was the drinks.

But he decided to make a move.

“Come on, let me show you something.”

He took her by the hand and led her off towards the darkness of the beach beyond the bar. There were bushes just past there, and while he had no idea what would be there it was worth a try. The bushes ended up to be perfect, a U-shaped glen running right down to the water, private except for the stars and the moon. The music still rolled into their bit of paradise found, and the smell of the sea, the vegetation, and the night permeated this space. It was blind luck it was the first place he looked, but that is what can happen when stars are aligned.

He turned to her in the darkness and said softly, “I know we just met and all, but … will you let me know if this stretch of sand is soft enough?” With that, he slid his arms around her and started to lean in for a kiss.

 

[YourDreamGirl]

Rachelle at first was a little hesitant as he led her through the bushes to the secluded part of beach. Mostly she had be in shock at the fact she proposed her thought out loud. Rachelle didn't catch the her lips moving when she asked to have him on the sand. But what the hell?

"What happeneds in paradise, stays in paradise!" she said smiling as he leaned in to kiss her. Before he had the chance she fell back, pulling him on top of her.

As he looked shocked by her sudden move, Rachelle brought her finger up to his lips and pressed it gently holding off the kiss he was planning to give her.

"Before we go any further here" she spoke blushing "I just wanted you to know that I'm not usually as forward as this!" Rachelle smiled and then through her arms around his neck. She pulled him in for a deep, passionate kiss, while leg stroked the inside outside of his.

She had to tell him that she wasn't that kind of girl usually. It took away some of the slutty feeling that had managed to linger in the back of her mind.

The sound of the waves crashing against shore was the perfect accompaniment to the romantic music echoing from the bar. It made the atmosphere scream romance.

Rachelle let her hands explore his body for a moment, enjoying it being pressed against hers. She couldn't help but moan between breaths and kisses as his mouth ravaged hers.

 

[ArcticAvenue]

"I just wanted you to know that I'm not usually as forward as this!"

In that blushing confession, he felt his heart notch up a few more bumps; and then went into overdrive when she crushed her lips against his. He wanted this, oh God did he want this, but the idea that someone who is shy enough to admit her reluctance then turn right against it was somewhere between enduring and downright hot.

His hands slid down her body, moving over the barely covered globes of her bottom. To him, they were round and firm, making him itch to grip them and pull them into his groin. As he did to lift her shorter frame and move her lips more aggressively against his, he pressed her pelvis into his shorts making it clear that his arousal was growing quickly.

His hands moved up under the drape of her hair along the small of her back, quickly finding the tie of her pink bikini. A yank, and he felt the fabric around her start to go loose. As he maneuvered the top to free her impressive breasts he shifted his arms until his own shirt fell off his shoulders to the beach below. The lighter tone of his skin contrasted against the caramel of hers, but he pulled her towards him tight enough to bring them into one.

He broke the kiss breathlessly, pulling at her top to lift over her head and have space to cup her full breasts, and practically moaned, “I am not this forward ever, and I just hope I can last.”

 

[YourDreamGirl]

Rachelle just smiled at his confession and then looked down at her freed chest. Her nipples standing like small peaks in the cool breeze. "Don't worry about that..Something tells me that you'll do just fine" she cooed sliding her hands up and down his chest. She couldn't help but release a moan when his hand gripped her breast fully.

Rachelle reached for the drawstring on his shorts hesitant at first but then she took a deep breath and pulled it.

She wrapped her legs around him and stared deep into his eyes. Anyone could tell that she was nervous. Rachelle should be. It's been a little over a year since she'd had sex. Stage fright was bound to happen. Rachelle wondered just what he kind of girls he was used too. Then didn't care because this was unplanned, electricity surged through her finger tips when she felt the waist band of his shorts.

Her movements were slow and purposeful as she slid her thumbs in the waist band of his shorts. Rachelle slid his shorts down slowly before untying the string that held one side of her bikini bottom. One hand grasping his semi hard cock and slowly stroking it. "Woa" she said surprised by what she found between his legs. At that point all she hoped to accomplish was hiding how unprepared she was for this situation.

She wanted to say something witty and smart, something charming and erotic but the only words that came to her were "You're um...well I guess I chose wisely tonight!"

 

[ArcticAvenue]

It seemed for sure she was not ready to mess around half as much as he was. Her reaction when she first handled his member was enough to make him blush. That is, he knew he got no complaints before, but when you really only have had one girlfriend and only messed around with another, it’s not like he knows what kind of reaction he would get from a tight little hottie like Rachelle was. He was sheepishly speechless, but showed his appreciation back by kneading her exposed breasts. The way her nipples rose up to his touch only caused him to work harder to feel more of those soft full breasts.

But before she did much else with the shorts, Jake had a thought. He quickly reached into his pocket, dug around into his wallet, then pulled out a recognizable foiled packet. He gripped it between his teeth, then reached for her bottoms.

Pushing the pink sides over her hips, he slid a hand down to her sex for the first time. He wanted to feel her, just to see whether her most private parts were as sexy as the rest of her warm with need.

Maybe he was too forward, maybe he was pushing his luck faster than a guy should, but she was way too hot to not take this chance. No time will he ever just meet a girl so amazing just on some random beach that let him get this far, and it seemed that if he slowed down in the least she may turn tail and leave him ready to play and no pond to play in.

 

[YourDreamGirl]

The familiar foil packet certainly caught her eye and she realized that this was actually happening. She, goody goody Rachelle was now about to do the most sluttiest thing she'd ever done in her pristine little life. Her elbows feel flat across the soft sand as she watched him handle the rest of her bikini. This where she'd usually kill the mood by saying something totally idiotic but cute an effort to be sexy.

But tonight she chose not too and simply let her body do the talking. Her legs spread slightly to give him more access to her well manicured area that was completely bald except for a think landing strip.

She gasped when his hand found it's way there as well. Rachelle tilted her head back and gazed into the night sky as he explored her. His felt like worn cashmere soft but rough at the edges. This let her know that he was definitely in some type of physical profession.

Rachelle looked up at him with a goofy smirk on her face as she gently tugged at the glimmering foil hanging from his teeth. "Looks like you were prepared to have a little fun at least" she mused before bringing her lips to kiss the corner of his and then down his neck.

 

[ArcticAvenue]

He was utterly engrossed on the way she felt against him. The silky smooth softness of her well kept mons to her gentle kisses were warming him up faster than any woman had before. There was no doubt his need was to take advantage of every bit of her he could, but this creature who seemed to have the same intentions was as much as he could have dreamed to have. His finger slid along her moistening crevice, brushing up against the feel of her little button. If it weren’t for the business at hand, he would have continued to move every finger he had against her.

He gripped the foil between his teeth and pulled the package open spitting the excess material to the sand. “Always be prepared, they say. Even if it means you throw away more expired ones than used ones.” Taking the rubber from the packet he moved it down to his engorged cock, and slid it onto the tip, and rolling it just enough so it stayed. He pushed his shorts over his hips and laid naked by the side of the young brunette. His lips, now free of the package, found her and gave her a warm passionate kiss.

“Sorry,” he said between kisses and breaths, “I am usually better at … the first stuff,” he mumbled. “You know, foreplay. But, I you are too sexy, and I gotta have you.”

He broke the kiss, moved his hand out of the way of her sex, and shifted over top of her on the beach until he lay between her opened legs. He dragged the tip of his covered hardness against her opening lubricating the latex. He paused in the moment, looked to her eyes, and almost gave a look to request permission. The last of his good boy control remaining at the brink of entry.

 

[YourDreamGirl]

She was floored by his seemingly nervous demeanor, but it was welcomed since she herself was nervous. Her eyes never left his as she enjoyed the feeling of him teasing the moist areas between her legs with his hardened one. Rachelle wanted to help make this less awkward by letting him know just how much she actually enjoyed with he was doing to her body. While he stayed postured between her legs her own legs stood outside of his and bent at the knee.

The next move she made was a forward one and probably unexpected by him. Rachelle poised her hands on hips and with one tug slid him into her. Her lips met his with a fury, kissing and tugging, licking and tasting whatever she could before she halted. She rest her forehead against his and spoke softly, lustful and nearly panting for air. "I hope I don't sound cocky but I was thinking we'd have time for foreplay later". Rachelle smiled letting her body adjust to the intrusion into her tight hole.

She wiggled her hips a bit to make sure that she felt him securely and snug inside of her sex before continuing "I want this just as much as you...". Rachelle had wanted to say something else after that but the words never found their way out as she moaned to feeling of being filled.

Her hands cupped his face for one last kiss before she lied back completely, giving his eyes many parts of her sexy body to take in as well as hers. "I'm ready Jake, I'm ready for you to take me." she purred her eyes looked on his chest and slowly moving down to where their bodies had been joined together.

 

[ArcticAvenue]

Take her is what he did.

Nearly immediately after her words, he started sawing his hardness into her. He shifted his hips, letting their shared flat stomachs slide against each other in time with his thrusts. He kept enough space between them to make sure he wasn’t pressing his weight into her, but dove into her kiss as lustfully as he ever remembered being.

She was firm around his member, enough that even through his sheath her sex seemed to grip him with a hundred fingers. Yet it seemed not that his girth would make it uncomfortable for her. As his movement continued, he pushed further into her with each stroke until he felt like he was reaching her full depth.

Slowly as he continued to move in her, his chest brushed against hers more and more, until he could feel the firmness of them against him. The erect nipples drove against his skin, and he felt more aroused by the touch of them.

In the sand, her warm body opening up to his need was becoming more and more intense feelings than the girl he just met. Unlike any other time, this creature below him brought out the sexy hungry beast inside. She had a name, she had a life, she had much more to explore, but in this moment he only cared about the incredible feelings she was giving him; and she became the sexiest women he had ever known.

 

[YourDreamGirl]

Her senses were in overload as she felt his skin grazing hers. Her eyes drank in the sight of his taking of her while the taste of him lingered on her lips. Rachelle closed her eyes sliding her tongue along her bottom lip tasting the kisses that he left there. Her ears were filled with the sound of him driving into her with an almost primal urge and the sounds of her own matching groans of lustful need.

Rachelle let her hands grip his back as she wrapped her arms around him. Her wet opening surrounded to him over and over again almost in it's on way begging him not to stop, begging him to give her all he had until she had given him all she could. Eventually her soft hands found his firm arse and gripped it tightly. Rachelle loved touching his Adonis like body and her finger's hold on him only helped to push him deeper inside of her.

"Don't stop! You're doing so..." Rachelle moaned out. "Ooooh my" soon followed it in low lustful haze when she felt herself getting ready to climax for him. He was large enough that he stretched her enjoyably rather than painfully. The shield covering his manhood was all but non-existent! It was as if he had been taking her au-naturale and Rachelle couldn't help but tremble beneath him as the image of him sliding in and out of her flooded her mind, making her erupt with sexual satisfaction that she had never known before. He was Rachelle's first one night stand but hopefully he wouldn't remain her's to have for one night only.

 

[ArcticAvenue]

He was so over sensitized. Every part of him that touched her sparked through his skins and lit his need further. He ground and ground into her hips trying to get his rock had shaft deeper into her to get that much more surrounded in her grip. Yes he was sheathed but with the way her body felt against his, he would have only lasted as long as a schoolboy of he didn't.

He tried his hardest to make it last for her. This amazing hard body who seemed to be so forward and so beautiful deserved it. But he felt her hands pulling him in was the last of it

"Rach," he breathed, "I'm .. I'm .." And then it begun. His cock jerked in her as large loads of seed blasted into the rubber tip. He climaxes as hard and as intensly as he ever had. In the midst of the powerful finish his lips dropped to find hers, leaning in to kiss her as needful as his body had been in the lead up to this moment. The sensitivity of every contact of their skin magnified as her curves and form molded perfectly to him.

As he slowed, and his mind started taking grasp of him, he could feel the concern that he just used her for her sexy body - but in the immediate bliss of this moment he couldn't have asked for anything else

 

[YourDreamGirl]

As the two lied intertwined and cover in sweat, small specks of sand sticking to their moist skin she sighed. "Fully satisfied?" she asked with a smile and small giggle before giving him a kiss of her own. Rachelle held him close to her not really wishing to let go but she knew she would have to sooner or later. "Remember that comment I made? About taking you until you couldn't stand anymore?" she paused watching for his reaction.

"Well I think I bit off more than I could chew there" Rachelle laughed, her body finally started to come down from the euphoric high he had just given her. Jake was amazing to say the least and he had given Rachelle something that she'd needed in her life. And, that gift was intimacy. She slowly unlaced her legs from his feeling her legs tensing and spasming for a moment. Her inner thighs also felt sore from the pounding he had given her, all of which she had come to know as having great sex.

Slowly she slid from underneath him not really knowing just how to behave in this situation and then rolled on her side to face him. Rachelle lied there silent for a moment basking in her after glow and wondering just what he was thinking. Then she felt awkward and turned to grab her bikini, blushing as she did.

"Um...Well...uh" Rachelle grabbed his shorts as she stood using her bikini bottoms to brush sand away from her skin. "Here's your shorts, I won't look if you want?" she spoke and then slapped herself on the forehead. "How much more awkward can I possibly make this situation? I just had sex with you so why am I nervous to see you naked?"

Rachelle smiled nervously.

 

[ArcticAvenue]

"Remember that comment I made? About taking you until you couldn't stand anymore? Well I think I bit off more than I could chew there"

“Well I DO play hockey, so I know how to work a stick,” Jake joed back to her, then realized he what he said. “At least when I am not a trainer at least.”

Even as the awkwardness of what they just did started to creep in, he couldn’t help to enjoy her as she lay beneath him. She felt so good against his body, firm, strong, yet soft and comfortable. Wrapping her limbs around him, he felt close, more close then he ever felt after sex. But even he knew it couldn’t last.

As she untangled herself from him, he just sat back in the sand behind him and looked around awkwardly for something to put the loaded rubber now that it was off him. He just tried to shove it into the sand and promise himself to come back with a baggie or something later.

When she offered his shorts, he took them but looked up at her standing still. She was still naked, but becoming bashful, even mentioning the the awkwardness and slapping her own forehead. He blushed a little then shrugged. “You can look if you want,” he replied. “I mean … if I can look at you … cause I like looking at you.” He was fumbling a bit, now slowly seperating his brain from his mouth. “I mean, I like looking at you cause you are really beautiful, otherwise I wouldn’t at all have had sex with you to begin with -- not that I think you are just a body, I am sure you are more than that -- or I know you are. Not that I know, I just …”

He pursed his lips closed his eyes, and groaned from his own stupidity. He slipped his shorts back on and rose to his feet.

“Would you like to have another drink with me, Rach?”

 

[YourDreamGirl]

She turned to face him and he was practically dressed which made it easier for her although she was still very much naked. "uh yeah sure. I'd love to get another drink" she cooed slipping on her bottoms and then her top. None of this was like her at all and at least she'd chosen her one night stand wisely with Jake. Even if it didn't go anywhere beyond tonight, his friendly manner made her feel like she wasn't just a piece of ass for him.

"I'm staying at the local resort not too far from here" Rachelle said as she buttoned up the shirt she'd spilled her drink on earlier. "You have to promise me now that if this last drink has me stumbling, you'd walked me home" she asked with a smile. It was probably unlikely to happen but it made her feel better to get it out of the way than to not have said anything at all. Oddly enough she felt liberated by making him feel a little nervous. It was power that she had never really had when it came to guys or at least the ones she usually was attracted to.

"So how does a trainer get a hold of a hockey stick? Really? You have to explain that to me when we get our drinks" She asked playfully giving him a kiss on the cheek as she headed back to the bar.

 

[ArcticAvenue]

“Well, I … I play a little hockey on the side,” he lied as they started to walk back to the bar through the sand. He reached for her hand and his fingers entangled hers. He didn’t know why he did it. They both basically agreed to mutual ‘no strings attached’ sex, he wasn’t under any obligation to do anything romantic at this point. Yet it still felt … nice. “All work and no play, you know. Spend all your time in the gym would just be boring.”

As they found their old table, Jake was almost embarrassed that his stupid volcano glass drink still had ice unmelted inside. He knew it went quick, just not that quick. He waved over some more and found his seat. “You can take that shirt off, if you want,” he told her pointing to the drink covered thing. “I think they’re okay with women in their bikinis here. Besides, I kinda like seeing you without it on.”

He felt the need to touch her. Maybe not in the nice holding hands way, specifically, but sitting down now just felt distant. His feet slide across the sand beneath the table and curled up against hers and slight stroking her lower leg. “Just so you know, I am out to get you stumbling. I’m staying in this resort here, and its way to big for me to head up there alone tonight. It’s worth seeing for your travel writing anyway.”

 

[YourDreamGirl]

Rachelle grinned as he played footsies with her underneath the table and then looked down at her shirt. "I guess you're right about this thing" She mused unbuttoning her shirt and tossing it. "It is paradise after all" Rach finished while she flagged down a waitress and ordered another round. One to replace her drink and one to replace his which she was sure tasted watered down by now.

She ran her feet softly along his calf toying with her straw suggestively as she glanced at him. The way she slide the tip of the straw along her lips and sucked it with a soft pout it was obvious that sex was still on her mind. The straw had just taken the place of something she couldn't have on her tongue at that moment that's all.

"Honestly, I was planning on doing the same to you" she laughed. "Although, I think you might be able to outlast me if it came down to which one of us would stumble out of here first." With that said Rachelle did a little rearranging and brought her chair closer to his so that she could sit beside him instead of across from him.

She rested her hand in his lap and nibbled on his ear. "I don't know how much writing I'd get done if I had you giving me the room tour."

 

[ArcticAvenue]

As she slipped her hand into his lap, Jake immediately felt a stirring in his shorts. Any doubt that he had about a being able to perform after the first intermission was shrinking as fast as his member was growing. Just the way she was close to his ear and gave a nip to it was enough to light the furnace for whatever comes next. So to keep his mind occupied, he thought to simply return the favor.

His hand crossed over hers and found her knee. His fingers splayed over the outside of his thigh but he cupped his palm over her skin.

“I don’t know Rach, there is a lot to see and take note of in that room.”

His hand didn’t waste much time as it rubbed against her thigh, each movement bringing it further up her leg.

“There is a sitting room with a big TV and a large couch. Perfect for those nights you just want to stay in and be close to someone.” His words were quiet, breathy as he kept offering his ear to her. “There is a balcony, not big, but would be perfect if someone wanted to stand at the ledge while the other was behind her in a way noone can see.”

His thumb finally reached the edge of the material of her bottom. It teased at the elastic holding it in place.

“The shower quite large, large enough for two, in-case there are places the sand got on you that you can’t quite reach, or would rather have me reach.”

His thumb breached the elastic and teased against the warm flesh held tightly underneath.

“The bed, I haven’t tried yet, but I would want nothing but your honest opinion when I ask you … in the morning.”