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Subject: {ASSM} STORY The Beach Party (targeted to women)-- M/F Romantic, Beach, no explicit sex
Date: Tue,  8 May 2001 23:10:05 -0400
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The Beach Party
By Devin Jeanel 

When I heard the disembodied laugh, I knew that I had to find her.
Cynthia's laugh had a magnetic quality about it.  Even through a
crowded room, I could sense her excitement and happiness.  My eyes
searched the crowded room for the person radiating the sensual laugh.
Something inside of me would not let me stop looking.  When I found
her, I saw immediately that the laughter was genuine.  It not only
projected through the air, but was also visible in all of her
mannerism.
Sitting at a table with two other ladies, she was a goddess among
mortals.  Her beauty was nothing short of breathtaking.  The long
brown glossy curls of hair framed her face with every hair in place.
As I scanned her face, I struggled to look at just one of her
features.  I loved the way her dark green eyes sparkled with each
word.  They spoke volumes about the type of person that she was with
each roll and wink.  It had been said that the eyes are windows to the
soul.  In Cynthia's soul, I saw a person full of happiness and
contentment.  It was not just her looks, but the whole person.  It was
a delightful view.
The other features were just as impressive.  For example her lips were
constantly in a state of flirt.  I was not sure if she knew it or not,
but each word and each move made them more alluring.  Cynthia's lips
were not coated with a dark red lipstick, but rather a light color
that complemented her natural complexion.  I had to strain to see that
she had any lipstick on at all.  It did not affect her appeal.  Each
time that she spoke, her tongue darted out and gently coated them with
a new layer of moisture.  It was a fast and totally unconscious
action, but sexy just the same.
Her high cheekbones combined with the lovely formation of her nose
gave her face that angelic appearance.  There were no blemishes or
scars.  Her face had a smoothness that carried from ear to ear.
Further, her happiness showed as a healthy glow in her face.  In
addition to a perfect facial structure her expressive nature and inner
beauty made her natural beauty twice as potent.
She was so perfect that I could not approach her.  I just watched and
waited.
"How could a mere mortal such as myself approach a woman of her
caliber?"
I sat terrified in the corner of the small cafe and watched.  She was
so animated when she talked.  I could almost include myself into the
conversation just by watching her hands.  She was so alive.  I was
attracted to her like a moth to the flame.  Even though, I knew that
she would look down that wonderful nose of hers and tell me to go eat
worms.  Her beauty was pulling me and tugging at me to talk to her.
I slowly stood up from my half eaten sandwich to allow myself to be
pulled to her, but my fear overwhelmed me.  I sit back down again.
Looking down at myself, I saw an average looking guy wearing a typical
golf shirt and a pair of tight blue jeans.  Yet, that was the trouble.
I was average.  She was a goddess.
"How could I go into the presence of a goddess?" I asked myself.
Looking up, I saw the banner across the door.
"Beach Party Under the Moon"
It was the answer to my prayers.  In that instant, the deep terror
that was rising up within me eased.  This party would be my chance.
If I failed, then I could drown my sorrows in the free drinks.  With
that reasoning, I watched her with a new calmness.  She was indeed a
woman above women.
As I watched, she delicately crossed her legs.  Even though her legs
had been sexy before, now they were unbelievable.  Her long tanned
legs had the firmest and most slender muscle tone that I had ever seen
in my life.  I loved the way that her thighs gave that long silk
appearance.  I suspect that it was a pair of stocking or panty hoses
that gave them the glimmer.  It did not matter.  Those thighs could be
squeezing the life from my body, and I would be thanking God for
letting me go in such a fantastic manner.  The more that I indulged
into my fantasy of touching and caressing those legs, the more I felt
the natural urges take over my body.  I knew that I needed to get out
of the room while I could do so in a dignified way.  Looking around, I
realized that there was no other door.  I had to find a way to relax.
I needed something to distract myself.  I had to find a way to walk
right by her.
I found the distraction in nearby family of two adults and a six year
old girl playing with her doll.  The doll was getting all the
treatment of a paying customer.  It had a high chair, a plate, and
even a plastic bottle.  The waiters who served the table had made sure
that the doll received the correct napkins and silverware as well.
When they returned to the kitchen, I could see them whispering among
themselves.  The family did not notice.  I was glad that they were
happy.  I was sure they would tip generously.
Even though I was watching the family, my mind kept going back to
Cynthia.  In my mind, I could still see her long legs crossed and
gently rocking under that table.  The family, as entertaining as they
were, was not an adequate distraction.  Cynthia had already captured
my heart and soul.  Her image was burned into my brain.  No matter how
hard that I tried, I could not get my mind, much less my body, to
refocus.  So I just stood up and started to walk out.  In my rush, I
forgot about the doll's chair being stuck out into the walkway.  My
left foot hooked the leg.  The chair and I went flying.  I heard the
child scream.
When I looked up, I found myself looking directly into the face of the
Lady Goddess herself.  She must have moved like lightning.  Within
seconds I felt her dabbing a wet napkin onto my forehead.  Looking up,
I saw a worried look on her gorgeous face.  If I had not fallen in
love before, then I fell in love right then.  Everyone else was still
sitting around the room.  Some had concerned looks on their faces.
There were some that were even laughing at me.  Cynthia was the only
person who jumped to help.  She cared about people.  It was obvious in
her face and even more importantly in her actions.  I felt warm
inside.
"Are you all right?" she asked.
"Yes," I responded.  "My only injury seems to be my pride."
"Are you sure?" she asked.  "You took quite a fall there."
"I have to be all right.  I have to go to the Beach Party tonight, you
know?"
Cynthia showed her white teeth in a gracious smile.
"Well, if this party is so important that you would go with a broken
back.  Maybe I need to check it out."
I pulled myself up to a sitting position.  The waiters were pouring
into the dining room.  Each one trying to make sure they didn't do
anything to get sued.  I set up the little girl's doll chair and made
sure the doll was safe and sound.  With a grin, I handed it back to
the little girl.  She grabbed it and held it close as if she was going
to protect it from any other dangers.  As the waiters tried to help me
to my feet, I shrugged them off.  Standing to my feet, I took
inventory of my body.  I was okay.  I made direct eye contact with
Cynthia.
"Thank you, Miss?"
"Cynthia, my name is Cynthia," she volunteered.
"Thank you, Cynthia.  And yes, the beach parties are great.  I would
love to see you there."
She grinned.
"I am glad you are okay."
It seemed like she disappeared as the waiters and managers appeared in
force and escorted me to the hotel doctor's office.  After a quick
examination, they gave me an all clear and refunded my dining bill.
When I got out, I looked for Cynthia.  She was no longer in the caf .
My heart dropped to my stomach.  There was no sign of her.  I knew
that the party tonight was my only hope of ever seeing her again.
The next few hours passed very slowly for me.  I did some shopping in
the quiet shops along the midway.  It was boring, and I never did do
well when I was bored.  I thought that if anyone would pay attention
to me it would be the store owners.  They even seemed bored with me.
I guess they figured that with my glassy eyes and drunken walk that I
was not going to buy anything.  So they felt their time was much
better spent on their sweeping or stocking.  It didn't really matter
anyway.  They were just window dressing for my stroll.
Still, one by one, I walked through each store. Regardless of the
merchandise carried, I kept seeing Cynthia.  As I looked at a large
brass platter, I could see the same worried face that Cynthia had when
I had fallen.  In another store, I faded out to a picture of her long
legs moving slowly and sensually against each other in the guise of an
innocent rocking motion.  They were gently rubbing against each other
like lovers exploring each other for the first time.  To anyone else,
it might appear to be the normal swinging of a nervous foot, but I
knew better.  Those legs were alive with sexual energy, touching and
caressing the other.  Each movement was building the excitement.
When I faded back to the shop, I found this elderly Chinese lady
looking at me with the strangest look.  She leaned over the counter
and said something to me that I did not understand and pointed to the
door.  I guess that she thought that I was getting turned on by her.
Nevertheless, I left in a hurry.  Well, as fast I could, given my
current condition.
It was about seven o'clock before I worked my way back to the beach.
I thought I would have another hour to kill, but the beach was already
full of people.  I ran to my room and changed my clothes for the
evening.  In seconds, I was dressed in a white short and shirt set.
As I dashed out of the hotel, I stopped and took a deep breath.  I had
to bring myself under control.  I needed to be relaxed and confident.
Women always liked confident men.
"Calm and cool," I told myself.  "Relax, yea you are cool."
Now I was talking to myself.  Worse than that, I was talking to myself
in a 1950's type of dialog.  This was so ridiculous.  I had dated
dozens of women, but I felt like a teenager on his first date.  I took
a deep breath and held it for a few seconds.  Then slowly, I let the
air ease from my lungs.  As it left my body, I felt the stress
reduced.  I felt more confident.  I could feel it in my walk and
posture.  It was in the swing of my arms and the movement of my eyes.
I was a lady killer on the move now.
The effect was amazing.  As I entered the party scene, several ladies
made direct eye contact only to break off the contact with a slight
smile and a downward glance.  There were even a few prim and proper
ladies that felt direct eye contact was too forward but had no
problems sneaking peeks at my butt.  I smiled.  It felt good to be
noticed and appreciated.
I joined into the party and mingled as a proper gentleman.  I talked
with a couple of people, but quickly excused myself.  Somehow, I was
not in the mood to do small talk about farm tractors or makeup sales.
The hotel staff was rushing to get the fires hot for the clambake.  As
I watched the hotel employees set everything up, I found myself
looking out to the sea.  I must have been really drawn into the scene
because I never saw Cynthia step up behind me.
"Hello stranger," she greeted me.
Unlike the other ladies on the beach, she was not wearing a thong
bikini to show that magnificent bottom that I knew was there.  She was
not even wearing a string top to reveal her breasts to the world.  She
didn't have to.  Standing in a simple white cotton sun dress that hung
loosely over her body, she radiated a confidence and a beauty that no
other lady on the beach could match.
"Hello," I responded.  "So you decided to come after all, huh?"
I had expected this to be an awkward moment full of fear and
apprehension.  It wasn't.  I felt something click between us.  It was
like we were old friends who had not seen each other in years.  There
was a level of comfort and calmness.  I was at peace.
"Of course, I knew who was going to be here," she answered with a
slight grin.
I smiled back a grateful smile.  I knew at that point that she felt
the same connection.  It no longer mattered where she lived.  Whether
it be two thousand miles or across three oceans and two mountain
ranges, it was immaterial.  She was the one.  She was my soul mate.
"Would you like to go on a walk, while they are setting everything
up?" she asked.  "I love to walk along the beach at sunset."
I hadn't even noticed but the sun was starting to sink into the sea.
The huge ball of fire was barely touching the top of some distant
wave.  It was fighting against the night to stay in this world for
just a few more minutes.  In this moment of conflict between day and
night, the sun was a most magnificent sight.
"Oh, that would be great," I answered.
We walked and talked along the beach.  Our experience seemed to
compliment each other like the beach complimented the sea.  The
farther that we walked, the fewer people we saw on the beach.
At first, I was confused.  The beach was just as good at this northern
end as it was at the southern end.  Then, I realized that the beach
party at the southern end was going into full swing.  Free beers and
clams drew the beach population.  In a few minutes of walking, we
suddenly had the beach to ourselves.  In the distance, we could see
the fires and crowds of people.
I found myself staring at the horizon.  The brilliant sunset was
creating a myriad of colors on the horizon.  It was a beautiful sight
that stirred emotions deep inside of me.  As I blended with the scene,
I felt Cynthia's hand slip into mine.  Turning so that I could see
her, I saw that she too was watching nature reveal a most beautiful
treasure.  I found myself staring at the most sensual creature alive,
Cynthia.
In the fading light, her expressive face was more seductive than ever.
Her eyes had a sparkle of excitement, while her lips were moist and
smooth.  The contour of her jaw accented the height of her cheekbone.
Everything from her long eyelashes to the texture of her skin seemed
to call to me.  I lifted my free hand slowly toward her chin.  She
smiled, and I knew that it was okay.  Reaching her chin, I gently
tilted her head back and looked at those tantalizing lips.  Leaning
forward, our lips meet in a magical way.  I could feel the vibration
of her lips against mine during the gentle kiss.  The kiss was
obviously different from the hard and aggressive kiss that she was
expecting.
I could tell that she was not disappointed.  She dropped my hand, and
put both of her arms around my neck.  Following her lead, I let my
hands slip around her waist and pulled her body into mine.  She
responded by running her hands through my hair.  I could feel her
kisses change.  Now her lips were slightly apart and were massaging my
lips.  Moving into a long French kiss, we explored each other's mouth
with a passionate hunger.  Concentrating on the sensations of the
kiss, I was lost in the moment.  I let myself fall to the sand.  In a
sensual embrace, we allowed our passion to direct our kiss.
I enjoyed the taste of her mouth so much that I did not even realize
that the sun had set.  While I played hide-n-seek with her tongue, the
full moon took over.  I never knew that I could enjoy a lady's mouth
as much as I did that night.  Cynthia was dying for kisses, and I was
more than willing to please.  We experimented and made up all kinds of
kisses.  Some kisses where she took charge and attacked my mouth
without mercy, and others she surrendered her tongue to my mouth.
Somewhere in the night, we moved to experimenting with different back
massages.  At first, I was massaging and caressing her back with soft
caressing circles of my fingers and then extended into firmer and
deeper kneading to ease the day's stress from her major back muscles.
Working her muscles, it felt good to be able to relax her body and
mind.  Changing styles, I worked the lighter surface muscles with soft
pulls of her moist and pliable skin.
In the background, I could hear the ocean waves gently caressing the
nearby rocky cliffs.  It was a peaceful sound and provided the best
harmony for our love.  After easing every muscle in her back, I kissed
the back of her neck with a soft closed mouth kiss.  Goose bumps
sprung up.  I quickly massaged the affected area warming them and
smoothing out the bumps before kissing a little lower.  Working my way
down her spine, Cynthia moaned a little each time.  I enjoyed kissing
her shoulder blades.  There was something sensitive there for Cynthia.
When I ran my tongue between her shoulder blade and spine, I heard her
groan.
It was almost midnight before I had finished her body massage.  I
ended the massage with kisses on that delightful tummy.  She was a
little ticklish but with her excitement running so high it was a turn
on.  Putting her hands behind my head, Cynthia caressed my hair as I
kissed her lower rib and soft tummy.  I made sure that my lips touched
her gently, like a feather to increase the sensitivity of her skin.
It worked.  With only a few kisses, I knew that she would let me kiss
that tummy anytime that I wanted.
After several more hours of exploring each other's mind and bodies, we
made love to each other.  It was like the love making of two people
who had known each other for years.  We opened our minds and merged
our souls and bodies together.  The blood that flowed through our
veins boiled as we drove each other to the outer limits of human
pleasure.  Our hearts pounded.  Our eyes danced.  Our cries of
pleasures filled the night.  The sun was just starting to rise when we
exploded together.
With the gradual lighting in the eastern sky, I looked below me into
Cynthia's exhausted face.  She was so beautiful and seductive.  It
would take me a lifetime to discover and enjoy all of her treasures.
I felt so lucky that she had chosen me.  I remembered my fear of
approaching her and smiled.
"What are you smiling about baby?" she asked through half closed eyes.
"How that I almost blew the chance to meet you hun.  I was so afraid
that you were going to turn me down that I almost missed out.  It
would have been sad to have missed my soulmate."
Cynthia laughed.
"No, you wouldn't have Mr. Room 246 that does not leave the island for
another five days.  I have been watching you for a week baby.  You
were not going to get away that easy.  Now come on stud.  We have
about another hour before the kids hit the beach."
I smiled and enjoyed her again.

Sincerely Yours
Devin Jeanel

http://devinjeanel.com
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