Weekend Getaway: The Completed Edition
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By Steven Pardoe
Published on October 17, 2009
Friday 5:00pm finally came. Kristi worked more overtime this past week than she had all of last year, helping the law firm she worked for prepare for a huge case. With a sigh that flipped the lock of blonde hair dangling in her face upward, she pushed back her chair and grabbed her briefcase from under the desk. Opening the case to put what was left of a fruit salad in Tupperware, she saw an envelope lying on top with her name scribbled across the front. The envelope itself caught her attention; vanilla in color with twin palm trees in the top left corner. She reached down to see what is as her eyebrows lifted up in curiosity. Sliding her French manicured fingernail along the sealed edge, she pulled out a plane ticket and a note.
The note simply said, “Thanks for a job well done; everything is taken care of…… enjoy!” The plane ticket was to a five star resort in Jamaica, and it left in an hour!
As the jet descended out of the billowing white clouds, Kristi gazed out of the window revealing an ocean the color of clear aqua…. The only variation was the coral reefs that dotted the expanse. The pilot announced their approach to the airport, and Kristi began to feel a deep sense of relaxation come over her. This was so what she needed! It was over 2 years since she even had a real vacation. Business needs, personal matters and going to school at night took all of here time and energy. All she could think of now was lounging by the water in a canvas chaise with a fancy drink served in a coconut and an umbrella dancing around in the rum.
As the passengers began to disembark, Kristi could hear the sound of the most beautiful music being played by the locals; kettle drums she later learned. As she got closer to the door of the plane, the music grew louder, more intense and something began to stir deep within her. Now at the doorway, she began to descend down the stairs and was met with the gentle caress of the warm tropical breeze causing her thin, summer dress to billow around her shapely thighs.
A handsome man was waiting for her at the bottom. He was wearing white linen slacks, a white linen shirt and nothing else, he was tall and muscular; not the kind of muscular from a gym membership but the kind of physique caused by physical labor.
In a broken French accent, he met her eyes with his and said “Ms. Kristi?”
She nodded yes, and met him with a friendly smile.
Taking her laptop bag from her, he sheepishly said “You won’t be needing this ma’am”…..
Weekend Getaway: Chapter One
Being overly tired from the stressful week at work, and the sudden flight, Kristi just wanted to relax. She had asked her escort if there were any secluded areas of beach where she could spend the day alone. The man said he knew of one, but it was a little difficult to get to. Since Kristi was a very determined woman, she asked for the directions, knowing she would find it. Her new friend gladly took a piece of paper from a little notepad he kept in his shirt pocket and drew her small map.
He smiled and handed it to her excusing himself as he left.
Kristi thanked him for his hospitality and asked him if he could recommend a nice place for a quick lunch.
As he was still walking away, he briefly stopped and turned toward her, stating nothing beats a fresh catch cooked on the beach. Then he turned and continued walking.
Kristi thought she heard a faint chuckle coming from his direction.
The next stop for Kristi was the local market. It was on the way to her private hideaway, so it worked out perfectly. There she gathered a few essentials for the day. Sunscreen and bottled water where the biggies, followed by some of the local fresh fruit. Neatly tucked away in a canvas bag she hung it over her shoulder and proceeded to follow the map.
“What and adventure” she thought. “I feel like a modern day pirate!”
After what seemed like an hour or so, she had traversed sand, mud and green vegetation like she had never seen. Suddenly, a beach began to appear, pristine in nature, white, brilliant as the sun. The sand sparkled like diamond dust in the mid afternoon sun. As she breached the end of the vegetation, she just stood there for a moment admiring the beauty. Yes, her unknown tour guide did as he promised. A beach shaped in a crescent, with high rocky cliffs on both sides jutting out far into the translucent deep. Spreading her large towel out, she sat down gazing in every direction. All that could be heard was the gentle lapping of the waves licking the sand.
A deep sound that escaped her lips… “Ahhhhh”
Lying in that warm tropical sun had a kind of hypnotic effect on Kristi. It was also making her loose some of her corporate uptightness. Sitting up, she quickly scanned her surroundings again. Seeing that she was completely alone, she reached behind her back and untied her bikini top. With both hands cupping her rather large breasts, she eased the top off, setting it down beside her. Adding to her sense of well being was the new experience of the suns warmth upon her newly exposed flesh. Enjoying her new found freedom, she found herself running her hands in circular motions around them, fingertips gently grazing her skin and her now hard nipples. A gentle arch began at her lower back and she leaned her head to the side, a slight groan escaping her perfectly shaped lips.
“What the hell” she said under her breath, as she slid her thumbs down her sides, down to her waist, where she hooked the thin material of her bikini bottom. In one slow motion, she slid them down while raising her knees to her chest, passing through her feet and off. The bottoms ended up with the top, neatly off to the side. Kristi succumbed to the suns seduction and drifted off to sleep….
“You’re gonna get a bad burn if you don’t put this on”
Shaking her head to see if she was imagining the voices she heard, Kristi began to doze off again.
“Kristi” she heard. This time, she knew the voices were real. So many feeling ran through her mind at that moment, for clearly this wasn’t a dream.
Opening her eyes, she was instantly blinded by the blazing sun.
“It’s okay Kristie” she heard, “it’s Jacques, your friend from the airport.”
A sense of relief calmed her down for a moment, then realizing she was completely naked, a near anxiety surged through her. Afraid to look up, probably for the better at this point, because Jacques was not alone.
One more time he stated, “It’s alright, relax, you’re on vacation.”
This time Jacques gentle words soothed her and she once again began to settle down. Sitting up on her elbows, she shielded the sun from her eyes with one hand to look at Jacques. All he had on where some small linen shorts, wet from the surf. Perhaps because of where he was standing, she could see the outline of his very large cock, gracefully running down his left thigh. A flush came over her as she stared for a second, but that was short lived. It was then she realized there were two other men standing to her other side… equally as handsome. And equally as endowed.
With a playful chuckle (much like the chuckle Kristie heard earlier) Jacques announced “Let’s be gentlemen and join the lady!” With that, all three men bent over at the waist to simultaneously remove their shorts, throwing them upon Kristie’s long shed bikini pile.
“Oh my God” she thought to herself…. “Here I am naked, sitting amidst three of the most gorgeous men I have ever seen.” You see, Jacques was clean shaven, not a hair visible anywhere. His cock resembled something you would see in a porno, long and thick. The other two men had long dreadlocks, the only distinguishing difference from Jacques. “Must be something in the water” she thought, “How can these guys be so freakin’ big?”
“You need to put some of this on” said Jacques, still referring to the sun burn.
Like coming out of a trance, Kristie shook her head and said “oh, yeah, sure, whatever”.
Jacques poured a little of the local mixture of herbs and lotions into the palms of his hands and rubbed them together briskly for a moment.
Holding his hands out, he said “may I?”
“Well, okay. I suppose that’s okay. Can’t reach my back anyway.” She nervously laughed. Kristie rolled over onto her stomach, glad to no longer be totally exposed to her new found friends. Closing her eyes, she felt the warm, strong hands of Jacques slowly rubbing the lotion onto her back, which turned into more like a massage. Kristie didn’t mind, because it felt incredible, all the tension and stress being worked out. As she relaxed into a drowsy bliss, she became aware of other hands.
Jacques friends were also helping to bath her in lotion, both of them working on each of her legs. A little tense at first, after all 3 naked men were now massaging her naked body. Not the normal day in her law office! At that point, Kristie totally surrendered to the moment, and began to really enjoy and be aroused by the touch of the men.
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Weekend Getaway: The Completed Edition
An overworked secretary gets an unexpected envelope. The last installment of Kristie's vacation....
Weekend Getaway: The Completed Edition
An overworked secretary gets an unexpected envelope. The last installment of Kristie's vacation....
Weekend Getaway: Prologue
Friday 5:00pm finally came. Kristi worked more overtime this past week than she had all of last year, helping the law firm she worked for prepare for a huge case. With a sigh that flipped the lock of blonde hair dangling in her face upward, she pushed back her chair and grabbed her briefcase from under the desk. Opening the case to put what was left of a fruit salad in Tupperware, she saw an envelope lying on top with her name scribbled across the front. The envelope itself caught her attention; vanilla in color with twin palm trees in the top left corner. She reached down to see what is as her eyebrows lifted up in curiosity. Sliding her French manicured fingernail along the sealed edge, she pulled out a plane ticket and a note.
The note simply said, “Thanks for a job well done; everything is taken care of…… enjoy!” The plane ticket was to a five star resort in Jamaica, and it left in an hour!
As the jet descended out of the billowing white clouds, Kristi gazed out of the window revealing an ocean the color of clear aqua…. The only variation was the coral reefs that dotted the expanse. The pilot announced their approach to the airport, and Kristi began to feel a deep sense of relaxation come over her. This was so what she needed! It was over 2 years since she even had a real vacation. Business needs, personal matters and going to school at night took all of here time and energy. All she could think of now was lounging by the water in a canvas chaise with a fancy drink served in a coconut and an umbrella dancing around in the rum.
As the passengers began to disembark, Kristi could hear the sound of the most beautiful music being played by the locals; kettle drums she later learned. As she got closer to the door of the plane, the music grew louder, more intense and something began to stir deep within her. Now at the doorway, she began to descend down the stairs and was met with the gentle caress of the warm tropical breeze causing her thin, summer dress to billow around her shapely thighs.
A handsome man was waiting for her at the bottom. He was wearing white linen slacks, a white linen shirt and nothing else, he was tall and muscular; not the kind of muscular from a gym membership but the kind of physique caused by physical labor.
In a broken French accent, he met her eyes with his and said “Ms. Kristi?”
She nodded yes, and met him with a friendly smile.
Taking her laptop bag from her, he sheepishly said “You won’t be needing this ma’am”…..
Weekend Getaway: Chapter One
Weekend Getaway: Chapter One
Being overly tired from the stressful week at work, and the sudden flight, Kristi just wanted to relax. She had asked her escort if there were any secluded areas of beach where she could spend the day alone. The man said he knew of one, but it was a little difficult to get to. Since Kristi was a very determined woman, she asked for the directions, knowing she would find it. Her new friend gladly took a piece of paper from a little notepad he kept in his shirt pocket and drew her small map.
He smiled and handed it to her excusing himself as he left.
Kristi thanked him for his hospitality and asked him if he could recommend a nice place for a quick lunch.
As he was still walking away, he briefly stopped and turned toward her, stating nothing beats a fresh catch cooked on the beach. Then he turned and continued walking.
Kristi thought she heard a faint chuckle coming from his direction.
The next stop for Kristi was the local market. It was on the way to her private hideaway, so it worked out perfectly. There she gathered a few essentials for the day. Sunscreen and bottled water where the biggies, followed by some of the local fresh fruit. Neatly tucked away in a canvas bag she hung it over her shoulder and proceeded to follow the map.
“What and adventure” she thought. “I feel like a modern day pirate!”
After what seemed like an hour or so, she had traversed sand, mud and green vegetation like she had never seen. Suddenly, a beach began to appear, pristine in nature, white, brilliant as the sun. The sand sparkled like diamond dust in the mid afternoon sun. As she breached the end of the vegetation, she just stood there for a moment admiring the beauty. Yes, her unknown tour guide did as he promised. A beach shaped in a crescent, with high rocky cliffs on both sides jutting out far into the translucent deep. Spreading her large towel out, she sat down gazing in every direction. All that could be heard was the gentle lapping of the waves licking the sand.
A deep sound that escaped her lips… “Ahhhhh”
Lying in that warm tropical sun had a kind of hypnotic effect on Kristi. It was also making her loose some of her corporate uptightness. Sitting up, she quickly scanned her surroundings again. Seeing that she was completely alone, she reached behind her back and untied her bikini top. With both hands cupping her rather large breasts, she eased the top off, setting it down beside her. Adding to her sense of well being was the new experience of the suns warmth upon her newly exposed flesh. Enjoying her new found freedom, she found herself running her hands in circular motions around them, fingertips gently grazing her skin and her now hard nipples. A gentle arch began at her lower back and she leaned her head to the side, a slight groan escaping her perfectly shaped lips.
“What the hell” she said under her breath, as she slid her thumbs down her sides, down to her waist, where she hooked the thin material of her bikini bottom. In one slow motion, she slid them down while raising her knees to her chest, passing through her feet and off. The bottoms ended up with the top, neatly off to the side. Kristi succumbed to the suns seduction and drifted off to sleep….
“You’re gonna get a bad burn if you don’t put this on”
Shaking her head to see if she was imagining the voices she heard, Kristi began to doze off again.
“Kristi” she heard. This time, she knew the voices were real. So many feeling ran through her mind at that moment, for clearly this wasn’t a dream.
Opening her eyes, she was instantly blinded by the blazing sun.
“It’s okay Kristie” she heard, “it’s Jacques, your friend from the airport.”
A sense of relief calmed her down for a moment, then realizing she was completely naked, a near anxiety surged through her. Afraid to look up, probably for the better at this point, because Jacques was not alone.
One more time he stated, “It’s alright, relax, you’re on vacation.”
This time Jacques gentle words soothed her and she once again began to settle down. Sitting up on her elbows, she shielded the sun from her eyes with one hand to look at Jacques. All he had on where some small linen shorts, wet from the surf. Perhaps because of where he was standing, she could see the outline of his very large cock, gracefully running down his left thigh. A flush came over her as she stared for a second, but that was short lived. It was then she realized there were two other men standing to her other side… equally as handsome. And equally as endowed.
With a playful chuckle (much like the chuckle Kristie heard earlier) Jacques announced “Let’s be gentlemen and join the lady!” With that, all three men bent over at the waist to simultaneously remove their shorts, throwing them upon Kristie’s long shed bikini pile.
“Oh my God” she thought to herself…. “Here I am naked, sitting amidst three of the most gorgeous men I have ever seen.” You see, Jacques was clean shaven, not a hair visible anywhere. His cock resembled something you would see in a porno, long and thick. The other two men had long dreadlocks, the only distinguishing difference from Jacques. “Must be something in the water” she thought, “How can these guys be so freakin’ big?”
“You need to put some of this on” said Jacques, still referring to the sun burn.
Like coming out of a trance, Kristie shook her head and said “oh, yeah, sure, whatever”.
Jacques poured a little of the local mixture of herbs and lotions into the palms of his hands and rubbed them together briskly for a moment.
Holding his hands out, he said “may I?”
“Well, okay. I suppose that’s okay. Can’t reach my back anyway.” She nervously laughed. Kristie rolled over onto her stomach, glad to no longer be totally exposed to her new found friends. Closing her eyes, she felt the warm, strong hands of Jacques slowly rubbing the lotion onto her back, which turned into more like a massage. Kristie didn’t mind, because it felt incredible, all the tension and stress being worked out. As she relaxed into a drowsy bliss, she became aware of other hands.
Jacques friends were also helping to bath her in lotion, both of them working on each of her legs. A little tense at first, after all 3 naked men were now massaging her naked body. Not the normal day in her law office! At that point, Kristie totally surrendered to the moment, and began to really enjoy and be aroused by the touch of the men.
Weekend Getaway: Chapter Two
Jacques had positioned himself right in front of Kristie… right at her head, kneeling as he leaned over her massaging her back. He also would make sure he had the sides of her breasts covered in lotion as well, and she never flinched. Not to be outdone, the two friends were working their way up her thighs, inching closer and closer to her shaven kitty.
“Will they dare to go there” she thought.
Yes, they dared, although maybe not intentionally at first. They would take turns grazing her pussy lips with their fingers… ever so lightly, ever so gently, perhaps to get a reaction. A reaction they received, because Kristie eased her legs open a little, a silent invitation to continue…
“Ready to flip back over” was Jacques instruction.
Being on her back was fairly safe, but now everything would be exposed. Before Kristie could reason it out in her mind, she found herself on her back. Is this what you call feeling overriding reason she thought? It didn’t matter, because she was now in the pleasure zone. She had passed the point of apprehension, and was ready for whatever may happen. And happen it did!
Jacques unashamedly began rubbing the lotion onto her full breasts. His technique was that of a professional masseuse and porn star, rolled into one. It’s a good thing Kristie opened her eyes, because his large cock was dangling just inches from her face, since he had to lean over her to reach her. Butterflies couldn’t describe the feeling in her stomach right now. Again, without a thought, she reached up with both hands and touched it. Jacques didn’t seem to mind, as he continued his massage, working his magic down towards her stomach… and lower.
Jacques two friends weren’t to be forgotten… they were continuing their leg massages, slowly working their way up, closer and closer to her sweet spot.
Kristie had spread her legs for them, sliding her heels back towards her a little. They began to explore her pussy now, the combination of the lotion and the heat making her wet. Jacques was now hard, and the enormity of it had Kristie in awe. He, sensing her arousal, leaned forward, positioning himself almost on top of her. His massive cock was there for the taking, she just had to want it. A warm feeling of wetness engulfed it as Kristie slid it into her mouth.
His question was answered. She was stumbling around its size at first, like a child with a new toy. She learned quickly though, and was working it like a skilled craftsman.
Kristie was enjoying licking the shaft up and down, stopping at the head to kiss and gently suck it. She also was enjoying taking a break to just wrap both her perfect little hands around it and stroke… back and forth… slow than fast, then stopping again.
Meanwhile, the friends had a good thing going, playing and exploring her soaking wet kitty, her clit fully exposed, glistened in the sunlight. At that moment, Jacques stood up and made his way back by his friends. They in turn, made their way up to where he was and both knelt down on either side of her.
She gasped as Jacques slowly slid his enormous cock into her, slowly, stopping for a moment as the head entered her. With a groan from years of stress being released, she grabbed his taught hips and guided him in, slowly, seemingly endlessly. God, he was huge!
Finally, his pelvic bone was pressed against hers, and she just shuddered while he flexed it deep within her. Pulse, pulse, pulse like a heartbeat, she felt as he kept contracting and releasing… Not to be left out, the two friends each took one of her outstretched hands and placed their hard cocks into them.
She eagerly participated, stroking them both simultaneously. A bonus was they actually acted as anchors or leverage for her, as Jacques drove deep into her and out again.
Her hips in rhythm with him now, arching and grinding, a prefect pelvic symphony. The friends leaned in a little closer, and Kristie was able to suck their rock hard cocks. Taking turns to be fair, she sucked and stroked with attention paid to both men… This was such a new experience for her, and she was in heaven.
“One was always great” she thought. “But three is amazing!” Every part of her body raptured in tropical pleasure.
Jacques stroking like the piston in the engine of a locomotive.
Kristie sucking and stroking the two men like a precise piece of machinery, all the while reveling in the enjoyment of having the pleasure of such large cocks in her hands and mouth. It was only a matter of time before the locomotive had to blow its enormous plume of steam.
Jacques grabbed Kristie by the hips and pressed deep and hard onto her, grinding his own hips in small, circular but powerful motions. Every muscle in his body tensed and locked as he came with the force of a geyser. Kristie screamed, the scream of sheer, unabated pleasure, as she too came with Jacques, quivering like someone who was caught in an early winter rain. Being the dedicated woman she was, she also didn’t forget about Jacques’ friends.
She knelt in front of them and coaxed ever ounce of the creamy warmth out of them, sucking and stroking until both men collapsed on the hot sand.
As Kristie turned and sat back on the blanket, she saw Jacques coming back from the sea, a large fish I hand. “Like I said before…. Nothing beats fresh fish cooked on the beach.” Truer words were never spoken.
Alice was getting coffee Monday morning, when Kristi walked by, briefcase in hand.
She was beaming, radiant, with a smile from ear to ear, and a spring in her step. “You must have had a good weekend” Alice offered.
“Yes, I did” Kristie responded. “Nothing like a little fresh fish on the beach to make your troubles disappear.”
“Will they dare to go there” she thought.
Yes, they dared, although maybe not intentionally at first. They would take turns grazing her pussy lips with their fingers… ever so lightly, ever so gently, perhaps to get a reaction. A reaction they received, because Kristie eased her legs open a little, a silent invitation to continue…
“Ready to flip back over” was Jacques instruction.
Being on her back was fairly safe, but now everything would be exposed. Before Kristie could reason it out in her mind, she found herself on her back. Is this what you call feeling overriding reason she thought? It didn’t matter, because she was now in the pleasure zone. She had passed the point of apprehension, and was ready for whatever may happen. And happen it did!
Jacques unashamedly began rubbing the lotion onto her full breasts. His technique was that of a professional masseuse and porn star, rolled into one. It’s a good thing Kristie opened her eyes, because his large cock was dangling just inches from her face, since he had to lean over her to reach her. Butterflies couldn’t describe the feeling in her stomach right now. Again, without a thought, she reached up with both hands and touched it. Jacques didn’t seem to mind, as he continued his massage, working his magic down towards her stomach… and lower.
Jacques two friends weren’t to be forgotten… they were continuing their leg massages, slowly working their way up, closer and closer to her sweet spot.
Kristie had spread her legs for them, sliding her heels back towards her a little. They began to explore her pussy now, the combination of the lotion and the heat making her wet. Jacques was now hard, and the enormity of it had Kristie in awe. He, sensing her arousal, leaned forward, positioning himself almost on top of her. His massive cock was there for the taking, she just had to want it. A warm feeling of wetness engulfed it as Kristie slid it into her mouth.
His question was answered. She was stumbling around its size at first, like a child with a new toy. She learned quickly though, and was working it like a skilled craftsman.
Kristie was enjoying licking the shaft up and down, stopping at the head to kiss and gently suck it. She also was enjoying taking a break to just wrap both her perfect little hands around it and stroke… back and forth… slow than fast, then stopping again.
Meanwhile, the friends had a good thing going, playing and exploring her soaking wet kitty, her clit fully exposed, glistened in the sunlight. At that moment, Jacques stood up and made his way back by his friends. They in turn, made their way up to where he was and both knelt down on either side of her.
She gasped as Jacques slowly slid his enormous cock into her, slowly, stopping for a moment as the head entered her. With a groan from years of stress being released, she grabbed his taught hips and guided him in, slowly, seemingly endlessly. God, he was huge!
Finally, his pelvic bone was pressed against hers, and she just shuddered while he flexed it deep within her. Pulse, pulse, pulse like a heartbeat, she felt as he kept contracting and releasing… Not to be left out, the two friends each took one of her outstretched hands and placed their hard cocks into them.
She eagerly participated, stroking them both simultaneously. A bonus was they actually acted as anchors or leverage for her, as Jacques drove deep into her and out again.
Her hips in rhythm with him now, arching and grinding, a prefect pelvic symphony. The friends leaned in a little closer, and Kristie was able to suck their rock hard cocks. Taking turns to be fair, she sucked and stroked with attention paid to both men… This was such a new experience for her, and she was in heaven.
“One was always great” she thought. “But three is amazing!” Every part of her body raptured in tropical pleasure.
Jacques stroking like the piston in the engine of a locomotive.
Kristie sucking and stroking the two men like a precise piece of machinery, all the while reveling in the enjoyment of having the pleasure of such large cocks in her hands and mouth. It was only a matter of time before the locomotive had to blow its enormous plume of steam.
Jacques grabbed Kristie by the hips and pressed deep and hard onto her, grinding his own hips in small, circular but powerful motions. Every muscle in his body tensed and locked as he came with the force of a geyser. Kristie screamed, the scream of sheer, unabated pleasure, as she too came with Jacques, quivering like someone who was caught in an early winter rain. Being the dedicated woman she was, she also didn’t forget about Jacques’ friends.
She knelt in front of them and coaxed ever ounce of the creamy warmth out of them, sucking and stroking until both men collapsed on the hot sand.
As Kristie turned and sat back on the blanket, she saw Jacques coming back from the sea, a large fish I hand. “Like I said before…. Nothing beats fresh fish cooked on the beach.” Truer words were never spoken.
Alice was getting coffee Monday morning, when Kristi walked by, briefcase in hand.
She was beaming, radiant, with a smile from ear to ear, and a spring in her step. “You must have had a good weekend” Alice offered.
“Yes, I did” Kristie responded. “Nothing like a little fresh fish on the beach to make your troubles disappear.”