Seeing in color

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Mickie had an unusual gift, one she had learned to hide and use at an early age. She had discovered that she was different when she could color. At a later age she found out what she was seeing was called an "aura" a distintive color pattern that surrounded people, it altered depending on their health and mood. She had become a nurse and using her gift had gotten her recognition and advanced her into a field that offered her flexibility and respectable compensation. She was a private care nurse, she got referrals from every place she had ever worked.

Currently she was enjoying time between placements, lounging beside the pool at a resort. Once she figured out that wearing sunglasses diminished the effect, she had moved to Texas and wore them whenever she was not working.

Mickie was single, when she had been younger the harsh hours of nursing had kept her single. Also her gift had interferred with many of her early relationships. Now at 27, she was feeling the burden of being single. She wanted a family, more so because her own was gone. Her mother had died when she was young and she had watched her father go through a painful death when she was a teenager. An only child she had always wanted a big family, but after her mother's death her father had never remarried.

Now she was alone, surviving, in Texas, working on a safe tan and enjoying how her hair had turned a coppery red from the sun. Her short body was healthy from enjoying the outdoors, her breasts full, her hips wide, a friend had said she had a body for making babies....it seemed funny at the time but now it seemed sad.

 

[Vikingstone]

Now THIS is a fine deal...after months of toiling in the valley of the shadow of the restaurant review column, Ven had finally been given an enjoyable assignment. His editor Sally had laughed as he jumped from his chair and began kissing the hem of her skirt when she told him he had six weeks to do something about his "up north wintertime paunch". Two weeks at a resort in Texas, down on the coast. A working vacation to be sure, a Sunday feature story about the place and it's environs would be expected but it was all expenses paid (within reason) and a lovely bump in his normal fee. "You've worked hard and eaten a lot of shitty food, Venny-baby, so it's perk time," Sally smiled, "But the story better be up to your normal standards!" She smacked his ass and told him to get the hell out of her office.

Flash forward six weeks and he's standing by the pool! A little diet manipulation and added gym sessions had gotten him back into swimsuit trim. Dirty blond close-cropped hair, brown eyes, six feet tall, 200 hard pounds, not a fitness model but his brief-style trunks looked just fine on him. He found the skin hugging style more comfortable in the water. Plus, he enjoyed showing some batch. He had always felt good about having plenty to show and he got a charge out of the occasional double-take and sly smile from the randier gals. Harmless fun.

 

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Mickie

The water looked divine, but she rarely swimmed unless she was alone. It meant taking off her protective sunglasses after all. She sat up slowly ordered another tropical drink and pulled out a bottle of sun tan oil. Her emerald green tank suit and curvy form had drawn many stares but she had tried that, and the obvious lookers were just that, lookers out to score and nothing more. She took a moment to lower her sunglasses seeing the shallowness of auras that were pale and flickering. She looked towards a splash to see a vibrant spot of color.

A real person in this paradise? She had deliberately selected a resort that catered to elitist snobs. She slid her sunglasses back up over her eyes and figured it must have been the rainbow effect of water and nothing more.

When her drink arrived her sunglasses fell off her face and she saw that splash of color again. She quickly signed for her drink, thanked him and shielded her eyes with her hand as she scanned for the aura. She stared at him longer than usual, as staring usually helped the aura fade so she could see the person. Attractive, male, youngish, she thought to herself, no wedding band, appears to be here by himself. He was getting his share of looks from girls and ladies.

She was unsure how to approach him, she sipped her drink and when the cabana boy passed she asked him who he was.

"Some writer, here for two weeks, just got here today."

Mickie was interested, she had gotten here yesterday and had two weeks paid for by a happy and relieved family member of a patient who was terminal and passed on at home rather than in a hospital. It might be nice to check him out, make her vacation more interesting. She scrawled a quick note to invite him to dinner at the hotel restaurant and gave it to the cabana boy to deliver it with a drink.

 

[Vikingstone]

Ven knew from his research and the promo packet he'd received from the resort itself that this place was designed with the far too wealthy in mind. A quick scan of the pool area showed it to be all too true. Dangerously skinny trophy wives wearing teensy bikinis to show off their carefully atrophied physiques and cleanly waxed pubic areas. Men with shaved chests and muscles that bulged puffily, displaying the effects of designer steroid and human growth hormone use. Expensively carved noses and big, goofy looking fake boobs for all! He could hear Robin Leech screaming in his head...'Welcome to Lifestyles of the Rich and Vacuous, now it's off to the Texas riviera with a C-grade celebrity!!!!'...yikes.

There were a few horny young heiresses among the assembled. Snotty 21 year olds to whom no one had ever said the word 'no'. Ven was glad to see that their "over-protective" fathers had allowed them swimwear that only showed 95 percent of their bodies instead of the customary 97 percent their step-mothers were exposing. One of them had actually cruised him after he sat down at an umbrella table to jot a few notes. A lovely hip switching drive-by and sunglasses tip with a blinding white smile. He did love to be teased and he'd grinned back at her adding a slightly lascivious curl to his lip. She flipped her hair, gave him her best girlish giggle and kept moving. He couldn't resist eyeballing her as she sauntered away, her bare, thonged ass cheeks scarcely bounced, they were so firm. Within a few seconds she smacked him upside the head with a wicked look-back. She was damn good at this game! Ironically, she was the best looking thing he'd seen so far. Cuter than hell with smooth, healthy, brunette locks that fell to her shoulders. A classic hardbody that had obviously spent quality time on the soccer field or in the pool with the swim team at her ludicrously expensive private school.

"Her name is Mandy, sir." Ven was startled from his reverie by one the staff guys, Jimmy. They had met earlier when young Jim had helped with a faux pas-in-progress. Ven had been shuffling jauntily down the hall to one of the 7(!) restaurants for lunch, one of his favorite aloha shirts floating on the breeze behind him, when Jimmy had stopped him. Jimmy explained, in very deferential terms, that Ven may as well ride into the eatery on the back of a bull elephant as wear that particular item of clothing. Ven had slapped a fifty dollar bill into the kids' hand and asked him to keep an eye on him for further blunders.

"Of course her name is Mandy, my man, and what did I tell you about that 'sir' shit?!" Ven growled, with mock menace. Jimmy leaned in closely, "I know, Ven, but if one of the managers heard me I'd have to deal with a lot of noise, and this is a pretty good gig from a cash flow stand point." "OK, I dig," Ven replied, as the lad set a seriously fruity-looking drink on the table in front him. "And what the heck do we have here, young man?" The rum and cocoanut whafted up at him quickly answering his question. Normally Ven was a sour mash and/or dark beer man but when the palm trees swayed in warm gulf breezes, we drank pina coladas, didn't we?! Godamm right we did!

"Compliments of the lady, sir", was Jimmy's response and he held out a folded napkin. "What lady, you mean Sweetstuff who just shook it by me a minute ago?" That chick has some fire, Ven thought as he took the note from Jimmys' hand. "No, no," Jimmy snickered. "The lady in green, near the corner, second row of chaises." Ven craned his neck and immediately wondered how the holy hell he had missed this lovely creature!! She lifted a bit from the back of her chair and, wonder of wonders, her full, round breasts moved! Just like real human female breasts!! Her belly was flat with more than a hint of ab definition. Her hips went with her tits, period, and they tapered into lightly muscled thighs and calves. The vibrant green of her suit complimented the rusty shine of her hair. She was simply the antithesis of the emaciated, fragile beauty that predominated poolside. She was gloriously womanly. In a word..SHAPELY!! The highest compliment Ven ever bestowed.

Then she flipped up her glasses and though Ven was a little too experienced to be smitten, he was riveted. Even from 30 odd steps away her eyes sparkled. Her gaze was warm and Ven smiled into it, rather stupidly. Now she was pointing, pointing toward him...yes, yes, I see you, you gorgeous little thing, I...

Jimmy coughed lightly to break Ven's stupor, "The note sir." "Huh, what?" was Ven's erudite reply. Oh...OH, the napkin! Ven flipped it open. 'If you're free, would you care to join me for dinner this evening?' It was signed Mickie 2709.

Holy crap! Ven stood up a little too quickly prompting Jimmy to tell him there was no running allowed poolside. Ven twisted around and with a straight face but crossed eyes, flipped him off, causing Jimmy to laugh out loud as he jogged off to answer the call of another guest.

Ven rifled his mind for the good deed he'd done that would warrant this kind of karmic reward. The chairs on either side of her were taken and though he considered tossing the fat business man in the speedo into the pool, he thought better of it and took a knee beside her. Unable to come up with anything scintillating to say he kept it simple..."Hi Mickie, I'm Ven Erickson,".....

 

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Mickie

She watched as the drink was delivered, and she waited patiently for him to read the note and respond. She flicked up her sunglasses for a better read of his response and was flattered by the erratic flickering. Besides that he made a rather interesting route to her chair. By the time he got there she had replaced her sunglasses and inwardly prepared.

He sort of knelt down beside her and introduced himself, "That's a name fit for a Viking." Mickie said before slowly sitting up, feeling her breasts sway under the fabric of her swim suit. "I hear you're here to cover the resort?" He was far more interesting up close. His face had character which more than anything labeled him as an outsider. Of course she supposed that the reason she was attracted to him was the same reason the rich were. He was lively for lack of a better word and while she had invited him to dinner out, she currently wished for a more private venue. Oh well being seen together would undoubtedly fuel the gossip mongers.

"I'm assuming that's a yes for dinner."

 

[Vikingstone]

Ven smiled at her 'Viking" comment. "Well about a thousand years ago I probably would have been a viking considering my Teutonic ancestry," he chuckled. "But a little french on my mothers side robbed me of those blue eyes." He lifted his wrap arounds, "Brown, as you can see."

Christ, she was even sexier up close. Her big boobs moved fetchingly as she sat up to greet him. She was inscrutable with her shades in place but something else was there too. A sadness perhaps. Ven wasn't sure and thought some conversation later at dinner would reveal more about this beguiling young woman. And even with her fine hourglass and perfect stems in full view he found himself wishing she would take off the glasses so he gaze into those glittering eyes again.

No reluctance in her demeanor though. She was mightily interested in Ven, and the feeling was intensely mutual. He found her interesting on several levels but the one uppermost in his mind was beginning tighten up his spandex swim suit.

"Right you are, I'm here to check out the place and pound out around 50,000 words for my paper. A Sunday feature story. A puff piece really, though I don't pull punches if I find things to be sub par. So far the place looks fantastic!" His double meaning made obvious by the wide smile he then produced.

"And heck yes, your dinner invitation is most gratefully accepted. I need to check out each of the restaurants and I'd like to get the fancy stuff out of the way so let's head for this places' 'Top of the Mark' tonight if you don't mind. Shall we meet in the bar at six for a drink?"

 

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Mickie

Mickie was flattered and mentally raided what she had packed that would pass at the snobby restaurant. "There is nothing wrong with brown eyes," she almost revealed her own brown eyes. His excitement was infectious, "Even paradise can be made to sound dull if the wrong mindset is taken. I'm sure the only thing that will be fluffed is," she paused she had been thinking of something and upon looking down at that part of his body saw it was in no danger of needing an extra fluff, "dessert." She had scrutinized the brochures before selecting this place. One of the many delights being a amazing gym/spa and a world class pastry chef.

Mickie was only slightly dissapointed that he undoubtedly was not from around here as his clear voice had no hint of Texan drawl, then again neither did her own, and a vacation fling was just that, a fling while on vacation. She glanced at her watch, "I must apologize but I'm trying out the seaweed wrap, it's supposed to cleanse the skin." She stood up carefully and winked at him, then smiled as she knew he couldn't possibly have seen it.

"Six o'clock at the bar, Ven the brown eyed French Viking."

She knew he was watching her as she walked away and she was glad that she had taken time to develope a seductive walk to practice while on vacation, hips swaying as she moved gracefully between people, chairs, and other objects.

She almost blew him a kiss, but figured that was probably a little over the top.

 

[Vikingstone]

Her obvious glance at his crotch made Vens' stomach flutter a bit and hastened the swelling that had already begun there. He grinned again and thanked her. "Well, I appreciate your confidence in me Ms Mickie." And since she'd started the horny banter he added, "We do endeavor to satisfy here at Rancho Deluxe!" She then explained about a spa appointment and held out her hand. Ven stood and tightened his grip on her small but strong fingers as she rose gracefully from the lounge chair.

"Six o'clock at the bar, Ven the brown eyed French Viking."

Ven watched with unabashed appreciation as her thighs and belly grew taught with the effort, what little effort it took. Mickie was firm all over. Whatever she did for a living had made her physically powerful...and he looked forward to dinner and more details about who she was and what she did. Her hips swayed hypnotically as she walked away and Vens' eyes just about dried out before she reached the door to the changing area.

Jesus, this gal was just plain hot! Or, she was an unusually cruel tease but that didn't seem likely. With all the hardbodied, model-pretty rich boys admiring themselves around this pool, she could be getting triple teamed in her room right now. She'd sent him the drink and the invitation, after all.

Drink...Hey! His pina! He could use an icy slurp off that baby right about....

"Ahem, your drink, sir," a girlish and slightly chilly voice announced.

Ven turned to see the lithe, nearly naked form of Mandy. Her left hand on her cocked hip, her right holding his rapidly melting drink between her gravity-scoffing tits. She pulled back as he reached for the cocktail and peering over her $500 Armani sunglasses, used her pointy red tongue to maneuver the straw into her mouth. She closed her frosted pink lips and inhaled about half the fuckin' thing without even caving in her cheeks. It was simply one of the most obscene things Ven had ever been fortunate enough to witness.

Ven fought to keep his mouth closed and quickly decided that what the this naughty little rich girl needed was the "Bogart" treatment. When she finally profered the glass, he gave her just a hint of a smile, "Thanks, Doll," and sat down smoothly on Mickie's chair.

Mandys' cheeks reddened for a split second and then she gave him a knowing smile. Bending at the hip (he imagined the glory of the view from behind her) she leaned down close, her breath sweet with cocoanut and rum and whispered, "Anytime....stud." Thank god he had sunglasses on because she probably blew his pupils wide open and his cool would have been compromised.

He was really enjoying playing this game with Mandy but if she gave him another of those devasting look-backs he didn't notice. Ven had 6 o'clock on his mind. He finished his drink and went for a quick swim to cool down. Born and raised in the north, he had antifreeze for blood and the Texan sun was beginning boil it off. As he swam he planned the next two and a half hours...get Jimmy to help him get his suit pressed...a quick trip to the salon for a general sprucing of the countenance....he really wanted to look good for the mysterious, intelligent and (WOO HOO!) supremely stacked Ms Mickie.

 

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Mickie

I was supremely glad that the spa guy, while hunky was clearly gay, which made the treatment that much more enjoyable and proffessional. Later she felt amazing, her skin tingled and life looked good. She took the time to twist up her long looks in an elaborate coif. She would have stopped at the salon but she loved playing with her hair. Once the silken strands were secured she glanced in the mirror. She was wearing her only black bra, it was satin and made her feel sexy. This was probably the only time she wore matching panties and they stood out against the milky pale skin of her stomach. Her tan lines were noticable as she wasn't the type to sunbath nude.

Mickie sat down to do her make up, a slight brush of green over her lids, and a swipe of gloss across the lips and she was done. She stood up to look at the dress laid out on the bed. It was a loaner, five had been sent up and she chose this one. It had simple lines, wouldn't take an eternity to put on, and it was violet. She loved purple, she only wished she could wear her sunglasses tonight, oh well some things can not be helped. She put on her purple garter belt and slowly slide black silk stockings up her legs.

Mickie picked up the dress and slithered into it, it fit snugly, obviously made with someone less volumptuous in mind. She took a deep breath before zipping it up the back. She took a moment to look in the mirror, she had almost forgotten jewelry. Not that it would matter in the glitzy restaurant but it was the image that counted. She put on her favorite delicate dangling earrings and a simple string of black pearls.

Mickie picked out a pair of high heels that had been expensive but were amazingly comfortable. She snagged her purse before leaving her room and hoped for the best and prepared herself for the worst as she headed to the elevator. It was ten til six, plenty of time to get there she figured.

 

[Vikingstone]

Ven stood naked before the full length mirror in his suite. He thought there was a damn good possibility that someone other than himself would be seeing him in this condition tonight and at the ripe old age of 35, it wasn't a bad view. Satisfied that nudity would be fine, he pulled on his clothes. He knew his underwear was not the cool, boxer-brief style but he simply did not have the physique for those buggers. His thighs were too heavy, his butt too round and the cluster swinging between his legs needed support, not just a covering. He'd found a place on the internet that sold bikini style briefs for men, with a generous pouch in the front. They were perfect and he adjusted the waistband of a black pair around his flat belly. Followed quickly by a nice, light, suit, non-power tie, shoes shined. Smooooth. He laughed to himself...yeah, right, smooth.

A few moments later, he was standing at the bar slipping an extra 20 to the barkeep. He believed in over-tipping everyone because these folks put up with a lot of crap, especially in a joint like this. He also wanted a little extra attention when the lovely Mickie appeared. He checked his watch, 5:50, very good. He wanted there to be no doubt in her mind that he was very enthusiastic about their meeting tonight. So even if she showed up a little early, he was already there.

 

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Mickie

Mickie calmed the butterflies in her stomach as the elevator slowly descended. She was glad she was alone in the elevator as she focused, thinking of all the tricks to avoid seeing auras while she counted down the floors. It finally opened and letting go of a deep breath she stepped out and headed to the bar, avoiding people as she scanned carefully looking into peoples eyes as she looked for him.

 

[Vikingstone]

Ven stood patiently by the bar awaiting the arrival of his charming companion...and mentally trying to subdue the feeling in his groin. He couldn't get his mind off the sweet backside Mickie displayed as she sashayed away from him just a few hours before.

 

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Mickie

Focus, focus, focus, she mentally told herself as she noticed the few covert and overt glances in her direction. She glided over to the bar and she smiled politely at the bartender who asked her if she needed anything. She glanced at the clock and glanced down the bar.

"No thanks, I see my companion." She smiled and made her way down the bar. It was full of older wives looking for fun, and young studs looking for money. She smiled and looked him in the eyes, taking a good look at his face without the conflict of the color of his aura.

"Hello Ven," she smiled at the bartender and whispered, "I'll have what he's having."

 

[Vikingstone]

Ven

And there she was. All tits and hips and brassy mane. Ven wanted her. He wanted to know her too. But at this moment it was all about spending some horizontal quality time with this mysterious Goddess...

 

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Mickie

She thought of about five zillion lame things to say and settled on, "I suppose you have a set agenda for your time here, seeing the local sights, checking out the hotels many offerings?" Part of her was thinking of how he'd looked dripping wet in his swimwear and the luxury of having someone put fresh bedding on every day.

 

[Vikingstone]

"Not really," was Ven's less than scintillating reply, "I'm pretty much free and freaky with my time...they expect a story and I'll have one for them...but right this minute I wanna concentrate on you, if you don't mind!"

 

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Mickie

Freaky, now that was a word one didn't hear everyday. "I'll try to be calm under the intense scrutiny then." She smiled and took a sip, discovering quickly what kind of drinker he was.

(going out of town this weekend)

 

[Vikingstone]

Ven

Their table was ready and so they sat down and dinner simply flew by. Mickie's sweet tooth came out like vampire fangs when the dessert selection was diplayed and she indulged mightily, as one should on vacation. Ven was feeling mellow as well, having been given the opportunity to sip and savor about half a finger of 6 different selections from the resorts' formidable sour-mash cellar. They were all simply excellent, and only the seven course meal they'd slowly enjoyed kept him from being a bit more tipsy than he would have cared to be.

And even with the distraction of truly world-class gastronomical delights, the woman that shimmered in the candlelight before him kept him preoccupied. His cock had remained about half hard throughout their dinner even though the conversation was only mildly flirtatious at it's horniest. It was just...her. So warm...self-effacing yet strong and confident. He'd found out next to nothing about her and she'd kept him talking even when the most glorious T-bone he'd ever seen was laid before him. So mysterious and those eyes...damn close to spooky.

"Well, Mickie...that was magnificent! How about another glass of wine to take along and a slow stroll in the desert moonlight?" Ven smiled his best "come with me to the Casbah" smile.

 

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Mickie

She felt as if she had eaten too much and was glad the lighting interfered with her abilities. She doubted anything else could fit in her dress, in fact she was eagerly anticipating it's removal. She let him talk, she found that most men would easily talk about themselves as long one listened. She'd found out quite a bit, the man had depth, and it only made him more appealing as a companion for her vacation.

She smiled, laughed huskily, "Are you trying to get me intoxicated?" Mickie licked her lips unconsciously and placed her hand on his, stroking his fingers.

 

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I posted this reply while Manu was playing with board and want to make sure that Vikingstone knows I have replied as my control panel doens't show that

 

[Vikingstone]

OOC: I did see that earlier post and my reply has disappeared...


Dammit...

 

[intriguess]

evidently the update screwed up some items. *L* after i posted last night the rest of my thread came up as entirely empty or with only one post in it. That's why I double checked the last one I did to make sure it made it through the update.

 

[Vikingstone]

Yes, I seem to have had a couple other posts bumped too...So you didn't see the one where Ven took Mickie out into the gardens past the pool?

 

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nope

we probably could have done this entire conversation via PM but with all the errors and knowing your online...*L* i didn't even think of that

 

[Vikingstone]

Ven

"Well, I was hoping that that wouldn't be necessary," Ven gave Mickie a mock sinister look. "Surely, you've fallen head over heels for my rakish charm by now?!"

Ven clasped her stroking fingers firmly in his hand as he called to the waiter who was hovering nearby, "Hit us with another round of this here grape juice my good man!" The wine delivered, Ven signed the bill and off they went into the gardens behind the pool.

The moonlight was truly lovely and it shone down upon the young woman, giving her an even more enticing glow than the shimmering candles on their table. The tops of her breasts, spilling over her decolletage shown in the muted light, rising and falling hypnotically. Her soft voice purred as she answered his teasing questions. And GODAMM!! she smelled so good. Ven simply couldn't hold off another second. She'd given him more than enough hip-bumps and hand squeezes for him to know that she wasn't about to scream 'rape' if he started something sticky. As they rounded a curve in the path he led her off into the trees. Turning her to him, he took her wine and made a grand and goofy show of tossing both their glasses over his shoulder. Then he pulled her in tight and bent to her lips. They were already moistened and open by the time he got there and they shared and electrifying soul-kiss that made Ven's head simply spin. His cock was stiffening swftly and he pressed it into her belly so she could know the intense effect she was having on him. It'd been a mighty long time since a woman had hardened Ven up that quickly and he wondered what sort of sex-voodoo this woman had zapped him with. But right at this moment, Ven thought he might eat a live-fucking-chicken if it meant he could have her over and over again.