| An Erotic Foreign Affair Nick hadn't taken a vacation in over two years. His brisk recording and touring schedule didn't permit it. Though he loved being a famous singer, he desperately needed to get away from all the hype that surrounded him everyday. So he booked a weeklong trip to Hawaii. By day, he layed on the beach, relaxing in the sun. His nights were reserved for hanging out at the hotel bar with the sexy bartender, Celeste. Nick was drawn to more than just her rich olive skin and thick dark hair. Their lives were polar opposites, and her carefree spirit liberated him. Each evening, they talked about everything under the setting sun. He would tell her all about his celebrity and his life back home, she was interested yet barely phased. Nick had a weakness for sexy accents, and Celeste's was delicious. He could listen to her for hours, just talk about the islands. Their probing conversations made his days in the studio seem worlds away. He wondered what it would be like to live so freely as she did, to relish every moment. They had made plans for Celeste to show him the island's famous waterfall on the last day of his vacation. To compliment her green eyes, Celeste put on a sapphire-colored bikini and matching sarong. As she waited for him in the hotel lobby, she caught sight of him exiting through the elevators and walking towards her. His linen shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his perfectly bronzed chest. "Shall we?" he asked with a smile, holding out his arm. After a walk through the woods, they neared the waterfall. Nick paused to appreciate the beauty of the crystal-clear water streaming over the terra-cotta cliff. He'd seen clear blue waters a million times, but never as serene as this. Suddenly, Celeste whispered in his ear, "It's almost as invigorating as you." He smiled demurely and ran his fingers through her hair. "You have incredible hands Mr. Carter" she said, watching him intently. "So masculine yet soft and gentle." Turning to her, Nick smiled. "Hmm, someone's itchin for a massage," He teased. "I'd prefer to give you one." "Well, if you're offering," he said with a sly grin, turning his back to her. Gingerly, Celeste caressed his neck. Then she reached up under his shirt and rubbed his broad shoulders before turning him around. "You feel incredible," she murmured, leaning into his warm body. She could smell the faint scent of Cool Water on his smooth, muscular skin. As she was enjoying the thrill of lavishing his bronzed torso with attention, he grabbed her hand and led her under a cliff where they were hidden from view. His hands gently grazed her arms, back, and shoulders and traveled down her sides until they met her bikini bottom. He tucked his fingers teasingly under the elastic and traced a trail across her pelvis and around to her butt. As the water sprayed them delicately, she shuddered with desire. Using her sarong to shield her bare skin from the rocks, Nick lay Celeste down and inched off her bikini as she stripped off his shorts. Then he drew his tongue down her stomach and below he hit her hottest spot over and over again. Crazy with lust, she gently lifted his head and slid down the rock until he was positioned directly over her. Without hesitation, he pressed all of himself into her. Their body heat mixed with the icy spray of the waterfall, sending both Celeste and Nick into a state of unworldly pleasure. As they moved in a perfect in-and-out tempo, a serious of moans escaped her lips, and she met Nick's gaze. His tanned face glistened with sweat. He smiled at her and kissed her gently, finding his own release just as pleasurable as hers. He layed his weak body next to her and gazed up at the waterfall near them, smiling to himself. Nick then turned to her and pressed his lips against her forehead gently, wishing he could take her home with him. Thanks to Cosmopolitan Magazine for the story. |
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