Message-ID: <36746asstr$1023563407@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <esleyc@excite.com> Reply-To: esleyc@excite.com From: "esleyc@excite.com" <esleyc@excite.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Original-Message-ID: <20020608173929.D04353E2A@xmxpita.excite.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 8 Jun 2002 13:39:29 -0400 (EDT) Subject: {ASSM} NEW - Rudy Wins The Grand Prize (MF) Troubador,the Date: Sat, 8 Jun 2002 15:10:07 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/36746> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates ------------------------------------------------ Join Excite! - http://www.excite.com The most personalized portal on the Web! <1st attachment, "Rudy Wins -- posting 5-21.txt" begin> Rudy Wins the Grand Prize by the Troubador Reaching carefully from his stool at the bar, Rudy pulled the Hawaiian Sunrise up in front of him, stirring it gently with the little green umbrella. Holding the glass up to the sun he squinted through the bright colors now disbursing from the layers into which they had been poured. He tried to remember how many kinds of rum were there but gave up. Blearily staring at the collection of bar glasses in front of him, he wondered who the joker was that had been putting their empty glasses down in front of where he was sitting. "Damn nasty thing to do" he thought. "The place was short handed, and the bartender seemed to have only enough time to make new drinks for the crowd, not to pick up the empties." Counting slowly he made it up to four empty glasses before losing count. Hiccuping, he almost fell off the stool. "Lucky," he thought to himself, "almost dropped my drink in the pool." Swaying a little on the tall barstool, he cursed the wind that must be blowing to make him so unsteady when all he was doing was sitting quietly at the bar. He didn't want to stumble off the stool, placed as it was out in the center of the swimming pool. He had swum over here for a drink, but was dry now and figured he would walk back on the stepping stones that led to the patio from the bar. Looking down at his baggy, tropical print bathing shorts he was amazed to see how dry they were. In the states he would have expected it to take several hours to dry so completely. Amazing how fast things dried down here in the tropical sun. "Well, guess I'll go back to my cabana and take a nap before dinner," he mumbled. Easing slowly off the barstool Rudy drained the Hawaiian Sunrise then left the glass on the bar with all the others. Carefully stepping from stone to stone he made his way toward the edge of the pool. "Good Golly, Miss Molly," he thought, "these things must be floating to move around like this." He was maneuvered to the next to last stepping stone when he began majestically swaying, pushing his arms out to the side where he slowly rotated them in large circles trying to balance. Onlookers later teased him that he had looked like ancient movie footage of the infamous Tacoma Narrows Bridge collapse, and nicknamed him Galloping Rudy. He twisted and turned, his movements becoming more and more uncoordinated before somehow managing to turn his arms one way, his body another and his knees an impossible third. Finally, seeming in slow motion, he toppled into the water, thinking as he fell, "Sure glad I didn't spill that drink!" A minute later, the lifeguard fished him sputtering from the pool, and sent him on to his cabana with an attendant to make sure he got there all right. Rudy was three days into the trip of a lifetime. His company had announced a sales contest for that summer. The Grand Prize, which nobody had ever won, was a two-week stay for two at a Caribbean Island Resort. It happened that was the summer everything Rudy had learned about his company, its products, and salesmanship suddenly came together. Rudy had once been described as almost an average man. He wasn't quite tall, wasn't really athletic, but you couldn't say he wasn't tall or athletic. He just seemed to be kind of almost average. His sandy hair always seemed to be slightly disheveled, and though he had a nice wardrobe, his clothes seemed to be just a trifle mussed. Everyone was taken with his happy grin, which almost never left his face, and the girls all seemed taken by his twinkling eyes. He worked hard, but until the sales contest his supervisor's best description of the job he did was just about average. That was why Rudy was so excited about winning the Grand Prize. Overnight Rudy found it was so much fun selling he wanted to do it 24/7. To his later astonishment that was almost what he did, for Rudy being single and unattached had no obligations at home. Clocking the greatest summer sales period the 100-year-old company had ever known Rudy won the Grand Prize. Which gave him a problem. He not only didn't have a wife, Rudy didn't even have a steady girl. Certainly none of the girls he dated would even consider spending two weeks with him on a tropical island. For that matter there were none that he would consider asking to join him on a tropical island for two weeks. Actually, he never mentioned the trip to any of the girls he knew, being pretty shy. And he would be damned if he'd go off for two weeks on a tropical island with another guy. Although a couple buddies on his softball team hinted that it sounded like fun before saying, when he looked at them strangely, "Not that way, of course." The problem was solved to his satisfaction when he talked the company into sending him alone for four weeks instead of him and a friend for two. He was proud of the salesmanship he used to talk them into losing their newly explosive salesman for a whole month. The clincher was pointing out that they would save hundreds of dollars on airfare if they only sent one person instead of the two they had budgeted for. The Vice President that had booked the trip at company rates didn't fight it too hard, he just took his secretary to Cancun again that year. Rudy reached his island paradise Saturday afternoon, having left Friday afternoon and traveling the 'feeder line express' until climbing aboard the final leg on a flight out of Miami that morning. Rudy had checked in, and begun checking out the ladies. Not surprisingly, all the women he saw were very firmly attached to men who were looking very proprietary. There were some real babes, along with some really nice looking older women he considered to be wives. He didn't know if the babes were wives or not and he sure wasn't going to ask. Tired as he was, he didn't want to wait a moment to begin this dream. That was why he found himself falling into his cabana, a nice little bungalow a hundred yards from the main resort, and then crawling into bed. It was something he sure wasn't going to tell anyone about back home. That is, that he had been so bombed he fell through the door into his cabana and then had to crawl across the room and into bed. Waking up the next morning he found fruit and juices had been delivered to his cabana before he awoke. It was a pleasant surprise to discover that whatever combination of fruits he had tried absolutely eliminated his hangover. Somehow he was never able to produce those results again. He spent that day sightseeing and snorkeling. It was his first time in a snorkel mask, and it was even more fun than softball. That evening Rudy enjoyed an elegant dinner and discovered the pool bar. It was stuck way out in the swimming pool, and it was obvious to Rudy only a wimp wouldn't swim out to get a drink. That evening he concentrated on Singapore Slings. Getting pleasantly mellow, he had a great conversation with some visiting Italians and went to bed after watching the sun fall into the sea. Which led up to today. Rudy went snorkeling again that morning with a party from the resort. While in the water he met a party of Brits who had just arrived and were staying together in a large private bungalow about a mile down from his cabana. They all had a ball swimming, and the Brits joined him that afternoon at the pool bar. There they were joined by a quartet of nurses who also had just arrived from the states. When the Brits and nurses left to get dressed and ready for dinner Rudy had stayed for a few more drinks. That was when he began his experiment with the Hawaiian Sunrises and discovered other people were putting their empty glasses on the bar. Rudy woke up in his cabana several hours later. He was still flying a little but anxious to get back to the resort for dinner. The Brits and nurses both had promised to be there for dinner and dancing. Rudy was darned sure looking forward to it. The Grand Prize was looking like a real winner. Tonight was what two weeks in the Caribbean was all about. He was having a great time and to top it all off, he was going to be there an extra two weeks! Being honest with himself he didn't anticipate a bed partner. He was a pretty ordinary guy, and while the nurses were all great gals, good pals, they obviously wouldn't be into one-night stands. The Brits' women were all gorgeous but they were also very married and their men were there with them. The men were as big as their wives were gorgeous. Even more disgusting, they were nice people. "It didn't matter how great a salesman he was," Rudy told himself pedantically, "I couldn't do that to those nice people." And that's how the evening went, up to a point. Sometime that night everything got cloudy. He remembered dancing a lot with one of the wives whose husband didn't like to dance. And he danced with the nurses. That memory black out cursed him the next morning. Rudy awoke with a hangover. As he tried to focus his eyes on the ceiling it wouldn't stop moving long enough for him to accomplish the task. He rolled over to his left and almost fell off the bed in the process. "This day is not getting off to a good start," he muttered to himself. Rolling back onto his back, his right arm landed on something soft hiding under the covers. Looking over he saw blonde hair poking out from under the covers, then heard a sleepy moan coming from somewhere in that direction. The lump moved slightly and he felt a bare foot press against him as the movement stopped. Maybe today wasn't going to be so bad after all! Rudy stared at the figure lying next to him and tried to reconstruct the events of last night in his mind. This was not easy because the room kept spinning, and when he closed his eyes he felt as though he was floating on a stormy sea, bobbing up and down like a cork in a toilet. He instinctively reached out to steady himself and again made contact with the person sleeping next to him. This time the contact caused the person to stir briefly, and the covers fell off showing Rudy a contented female smile on an attractive face. Rudy couldn't believe his eyes. He pinched himself to see if he was dreaming, but when he looked again she was still lying next to him. Last night must have gotten a lot more out of hand than he could have imagined! Gingerly slipping out of bed he unsteadily made his way to the bathroom. Taking three Excedrin in hand, Rudy staggered towards the kitchen to get something to drink - he didn't want to chance waking his bedmate with the sound of running water, whoever she was. As Rudy opened the refrigerator door the phone rang. Almost simultaneously came a loud hammering on the door. The noises brought a loud groan from the direction of the bedroom and Rudy's head felt as though it was going to split open from the sudden noises. Grabbing the telephone as it started to ring a second time he managed to croak, "Hello?" "What the hell happened to you last night?" The shrill female voice coming through the receiver added to Rudy's headache. "I waited almost an hour before I decided you had left without me. Where the hell did you go?" The knocking on the door turned to pounding, and a big male voice called out, "You better not try to hide from me, Rudy! I know you're in there, and I know who you're with. Open this door right now!" As Rudy tried to sort out what to do next he felt a warm body press against his back. A warm, sultry voice whispered in his ear, "You certainly make it hard to sleep, lover!" Trying desperately to think, Rudy babbled something into the phone about a household emergency and asked for the woman's telephone number, promising to call her right back. She hung up instead. Then Rudy yelled at the door, wincing at the noise he made, "I'll be right there after I find my clothes." This announcement was met with hearty and vicious cursing from behind the closed door, and renewal of the hammering on the door. Scooping the blonde into his arms, he kissed her soundly. It was a luscious smooch, but he was really trying to keep her silent. He sure as hell didn't want the gent outside to hear her; the man was violent enough already. Half running he stumbled with her back to the bedroom, only bouncing off the wall once. Plopping her on the unmade bed he tried to explain to her that there was an emergency and he had to get her out of the cabana without the guy outside seeing her. While explaining he took a very long look at the gal. It was a pleasant look, as she hadn't bothered to put a robe on to come see him in the kitchen. More to the point, he recognized her as being at the party the night before, but couldn't remember whose wife she was. She was about average size, and all of her various parts fit together just right. He was particularly pleased to see she was not one of those girls who thought the half-starved look was chic. She certainly didn't carry any extra weight, but she was padded like a woman is supposed to be padded, giving her all the curves that turn men's heads, and otherparts. Luckily she had worn very little to the dance, none of which apparently included any kind of underwear, at least he couldn't find any, and he was able to slip her dress on over her head as she protested. Clothed, almost, she was a nice looking woman, but nothing spectacular except for the little glimmer of devilment in her eyes. He knew from looking at her that she would never be a beauty queen. Which wouldn't matter because she would be more fun to be around than a dozen of the hot looking girls. Kissing her again, he made her promise to meet him poolside at 2:00 that afternoon. Flustered now and confused, she agreed as he helped her out the bedroom window. Then as he pulled on his pants he shuffled back to the front door to let his belligerent guest in, having only a little accident with the zipper. He hadn't even been aware the doors could be locked until he got there and fumbled to get it open. The moment it was unlocked the man crashed it open, knocking Rudy backward onto his back on the wooden floor. He suffered a nasty crack on the head, and looked up from the floor at the biggest of the Brits. Thanking his stars that it wasn't the one they called Bruno, he tried to get up only to have the Brit plant a foot on his chest and command Rudy to stay where he was while he got his wife. Then the man disappeared into the bedroom, where he broke into another fit of cursing before thundering back into the living area. With the Brit towering above where he was lying on the floor, Rudy couldn't figure out what the man was going to do next. Squinching both eyes shut he groaned weakly, "For God's Sake, if you're going to kill me, do it quick. This hangover is killing me already. Be merciful, be quick." Keeping his eyes squeezed shut he waited for the kicks and blows. Instead, there was dead silence for what seemed like hours to Rudy, cringing where he was on the floor. Then came a low chuckle, followed almost at once by a deep laugh. Soon the man looming over him was holding his sides while tears ran down his face. Rudy, deciding finally he was being allowed to die from hangover, opened his eyes and struggled to his feet. Standing there in only his trousers, he hesitated a moment then went to make coffee. Over his shoulder, he asked the Brit if he wanted to stay for a cup. "This is going to sound strange," Rudy added, "but what's your name? My body is upright but my mind is still asleep, I'm sorry. And who is your wife?" "Bloody hell, yank," the Brit answered, "I knew you had a skin full, but this is too much. I'm Peter, and my wife Julie and you were dancing last night; danced with her a lot. She was the medium tall blonde with hair down to her arse. The one with the red dress on, remember her now?" The big man sat down at the table and buried his face in his hands and blurted, "I don't know where she's gone off to. She never made it home last night. It's not at all like her. I'm so scared something has happened to her... and then I thought since she was with you... and she dancing so much last night... and she enjoyed the gin as much as you I figured the two of you just... wandered over here never happened before she's never... been off over night before. I don't, know what might have happened to her! Buggers! My head hurts!" "Well, let's get some coffee, and maybe a bite to eat, too, then go looking for her," Rudy offered. "I see my morning ration of fruit and juice is already here, help yourself." Rudy dressed, and they sampled the bananas and papaya before heading out the door. Once outside Peter told Rudy that he walked to his cabana by following the road from the bungalow where he and the other Brits were staying. Rudy suggested they go back to the bungalow on the beach. It was a more pleasant walk and a little shorter, what with the way the road twisted and turned. As they walked Peter kept telling Rudy, between moaning about how his head hurt, how worried he was. "Julie never disappeared before, it just isn't like her. If anything she keeps too close to me. I'm really worried about her, can't imagine what could have happened to keep her away." They were just over half way to the bungalow when, about a hundred yards or so ahead, what looked like several bodies lying under the palm trees. Rudy and Peter sped their pace with Peter wondering aloud if that was his Julie. They soon found themselves running. Both men's faces were ashen as they got nearer. There were indeed three bodies lying still under the palms. As they neared the three figures, lying so still, Peter broke into sobs. Calling his wife's name he sprinted forward, throwing himself on the figure farthest from them. Just before Peter fell onto the poor woman lying so still, Rudy recognized that it was not the girl he had just helped out his bedroom window. He did recognize she was his dancing partner from the night before, the one whose husband did not dance. He froze for a moment in horror, a moment suddenly broken by a loud, "Ooof!" as Peter landed on her chest. "Oh, God! Help! Help! Rape! Fire! Help..." the erstwhile corpse began screaming while ineffectually beating at her captor's head and shoulders. Peter leaped off the struggling woman, looking like a man who had seen a ghost. Then bending down he scooped the terrified woman into his arms, smothering her in kisses. The other two corpses stirred and the man lying in the middle clambered to his feet and he too began beating on Peter while trying to pry Julie out of his arms. For a moment the three wrestled, with Peter continuing to rain kisses down on Julie's terrified face and anything else of hers he could reach. The third body sat up, took a long look, and fell back down on her back, joining Rudy in gut shaking laughs. After a moment the three combatants slowed their separate assaults, took a good look at who they were fighting, and joined the others in laughter. The woman Peter was holding so tightly definitely was not the one who had awakened that morning in bed with Rudy. Rudy wasn't sure if he was glad or not, Peter's wife was sure attractive. Once everything was sorted out, the three bodies; Peter's wife Julie, Pauline, and her husband Steve, explained they had stayed at the resort long past when Peter had gone home, "...a bit the worst for drink" and after Rudy had, "...gone walking with his lady friend." They decided to stroll home on the beach. When they got tired, they sat down to rest a moment and enjoy the tropical dawn. They had fallen asleep, not to awaken until Peter had thrown himself onto his wife, almost scaring her into an early grave. The Brits invited Rudy to another breakfast, and together they proceeded to their bungalow. Once there the five of them sat down to rolls, jam and coffee or tea. Their talking and laughter soon had the other Brits awake and joining them at the table. Rudy kept his back to the door to the sleeping wing. If, when, the woman on the telephone came in, he didn't want her to think he was ignoring her because he didn't recognize her. She obviously had a real temper. At the same time he kept an ear cocked to warn him when she came. He was prepared to run if or when things got dicey. None of the women had the kind of voice he remembered hearing over the phone, and none of them gave him strange looks either. Well, none stranger than could be expected considering how the morning was going. Walking back to his cabana Rudy tried to puzzle out who the blonde haired woman was that had spent last night in his bed. She hadn't been at the bungalow, so who in tarnation had he pushed out the window that morning? More important, considering the day so far, who was the mystery woman belonging to the voice on the telephone? Rudy spent the rest of the morning breathing in the fumes of the tanning lotion he had slathered over his body, sitting on a lounger under a beach umbrella between his cabana and the sea and mulling over the strange events of the morning. The sun was gloriously warm, the breeze just right, and the smells from the jungle behind were heavenly. The sounds of the exotic birds in the jungle soothed his hangover and it slowly dissipated. Finally dressing just before noon, he meandered to the resort proper where he sat himself under a blue patio umbrella. Carefully judging the extent of his remaining hangover Rudy enjoyed a tropical salad, and ordered iced tea while breathing in the perfumes drifting on the air from the jungle and the visiting wives at tables around him. After eating, he sat back to watch the breeze stir the palm trees as he mused on how the tropical vacation had gone so far. It was just beginning and he wondered how it was going to progress over the next three and a half weeks. Right away, he knew he would have to go easy experimenting with the other exotic drinks he saw on the menu. Back home he seldom had more than a single beer at one sitting. If he continued the pace he'd unintentionally been setting he wasn't sure if he would live to fly home. Although the Manila Moonrise did look interesting. And who were the two mysterious ladies that had crashed into his life this morning? Try as he might, he couldn't remember enough of last night to help. Shutting his eyes he could catch occasional glimpses of dancing with a lovely, fun blonde. In his memory she seemed to be different sizes at different times, and occasionally he almost, barely, caught a picture of Julie's proper and very pretty English face. But it was always laughing, never with that mind bending, smoldering look some women get at certain times. And he remembered that look coming from this morning's blonde. It didn't help that all the British wives were blond. No, he was sure Julie and he had only enjoyed dancing and laughing together. Though he did seem to remember half carrying her off the floor one time and sitting her back down to the table late in the evening. Trying to remember voices proved impossible, so he got nowhere in attempting figuring out who the woman on the phone had been. Rudy decided to just accept whatever his mysterious caller did when the mysterious caller finally showed up. Not that he had a choice. He kept checking his watch, more frequently as it neared 2:00PM. As the magic, or was it fatal, hour approached for the blonde to meet him he grew morose and more and more nervous. He kept picturing three and a half weeks of sitting alone at the bar; maybe dancing with someone else's wife while the someone else was carefully chaperoning in the background. It wasn't the vacation he had been dreaming about. He was lost in a cloud of 'dissipating hangover' self pity when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning he saw a medium sized blonde dressed in a loose-but-clingy soft yellow sundress with big red and burgundy flowers all over it. The girl had lovely blond hair, a plain-but-pleasant face and curves that were just right for the woman standing in front of him. A faint perfume captured his senses. As he was registering that she had really, really nice legs under that dress his eyes snapped back to her face and he saw the hint of devilment he had seen just that morning as he pushed her out the window. Rudy stumbled to his feet, knocking his chair over in the process, and reached to put one hand on her shoulder, the other to shake her hand. Unfortunately he was off balance and found himself giving her a hard, full body hug instead. She stumbled a little as he pushed into her, but managed to keep her balance and prevented the two of them from falling onto the patio deck. Once he got his feet under him again, he tried to step back while apologizing for his clumsiness. Instead he pulled her with him as he stepped back. Any bystanders would have thought she was throwing herself into his arms. The unexpected weight made him stumble and he kicked the knocked-over chair into the swimming pool before he got his feet under him. Once the two had caught their balance again, they carefully extricated themselves and Rudy offered her a chair at his table while he ruefully looked at his chair floating in the middle of the pool. Her face flaming red, the blonde shook her head, telling him they needed a bigger table for her party. It wasn't until then that Rudy saw the other three nurses grinning at him, and realized there had indeed been bystanders to his near fatal clumsiness. His face also now a flaming red, he pointed to a collection of several unoccupied tables set in their own separate grove of palm trees, then led the way, abandoning the chair which the life guard was just then rescuing. The rest of the afternoon turned around completely. The blonde, who the other nurses called Nancy, turned out to be even more fun than he had guessed. Deciding she was as much stimulation as a man needed Rudy stayed with iced tea, abandoning his experiment with the various exotic cocktails. This was carefully but surreptitiously noted by Nancy. The Brits joined them later that afternoon, and the party was on. The nurses were glad to see the crew and the owners son from one of the yachts anchored in the harbor come in after dinner. The Brits asked them to join the party, which proved to be another Wingding. Rudy fixed it with the barkeep to send him iced tea in a fancy disguise, and Nancy kept her drinking down. Both of them feeling last night had been a little too much. Tonight Julie kept her dancing down too, with Rudy enjoying a couple dances with her while Nancy was being danced by the yacht owner's son. But Nancy and Rudy soon sat together monopolizing each other's time. Sometime around midnight, just as the moon was coming up, Rudy invited Nancy for a stroll, which she quickly accepted. They thought they had slipped away unseen, but everyone in the party smirked as they faded into the night, hand in hand. The night was soft and silky, the stars shining brilliantly in their different colors. The sound of the soft surf folded around them, carrying them into their own velvet universe. The breeze, warm against their bodies, carried the memory of pirate treasure and battles won, the tang of salt sea and tropic gardens. Nancy's arm felt natural wrapped around his waist. She didn't remember putting it there, but definitely that was where it belonged. Rudy's arm encircled her shoulders, pulling her close where her head just naturally fell against his strong shoulder. It felt so right! Rudy couldn't help burying his face in that soft hair and breathing in her personal perfume. Her left arm snaked around him, to where it joined the other which was so gently caressing his warm smooth flesh under his shirt. She couldn't remember putting her hand under his clothes. Alone in their world the two lovers moved to the water's edge. Looking out over the gently breaking waves they listened to the private symphony the surf was playing for just the two of them. In the background, as counterpoint to the depth of the surf's music were the light strains of the resort orchestra playing the Glen Miller swing classic, "Moonglow". With no thought, no volition, and no intention they mutually turned one to the other. Nancy's lips lifted to meet Rudy's as they joined in the first kiss of man. A kiss that had been passed from lover to lover since time began. For moments, or eons, they stood joined at the heart. Finally their lips drifted apart, their eyes opened and they stood motionless in the light from the others eyes. Nancy was the first to move, slowly turning her body away from Rudy's and, leaning back toward the shadow of the palm trees. Never once taking her arms from around her man she led them back to the privacy of the palms. Once at the marge where the sand met the palms they turned and strolled, now hand in hand, down the beach and away from their friends and the resort. The only sounds the wind in the palms, the tiny rustle of the small creatures of the night and the soft strains of the orchestra at the resort. It was Nancy, not Rudy, who recognized his cabana. She drew him to the wide lounger Rudy had pulled back into the shadow of the palms that afternoon. It had been built wide and sturdy, to encourage the newlyweds often sharing the cabana and it comfortably held Rudy and Nancy as they rested on it. Somehow no words had been spoken on the walk and none were needed. The band at the resort could just barely be heard playing, "How High the Moon" as Rudy felt Nancy's indescribably light touch as the blonde with the laughing eyes explored his chest. Rudy leaned forward, burying his face in her bosom, kissing her cleavage, Nancy moaned and the 47-year-old lounger collapsed beneath them. Nancy fell straight down, with Rudy's not inconsiderable weight landing directly on her sternum. For seconds after her loud, "Wumph!" nothing was heard. Then the soft night breeze carried Rudy's light curses as he struggled to extricate his left leg from between the slats of the lounger while valiantly, but futilely, trying to protect Nancy from his flailing arms and weight. It was some small moments before Nancy was able to draw a complete breath. Finally able to breathe, she almost lost it again when she began laughing. Tears from the laughter running down their cheeks, they finally struggled clear of the now defunct lounger and rolled on the sand in each other's arms. When finally able to partially control her laughter, and the hiccups that followed, Nancy turned to Rudy and gasped between hiccups, "Rudy, being with you is so much fun! What are you going to think up next?" It was a full five minutes more before they could control themselves enough to stand. Then without speaking they gathered the clothes they couldn't remember removing and strolled, hand in hand, with Nancy's head nestled in his shoulder, to the cabana. As they stepped onto the veranda, Nancy thrilled to Rudy's hand on her waist as he ran it slowly up her back to cup the nape of her neck. Involuntarily shivering, her head bent forward giving her lover access to her neck. Rudy leaned forward and, opening his mouth wide covered the small smooth column of her neck with his mouth. She stopped still, unable to move as he tasted her throat and pulled her warm body back against his chest. Nancy felt herself falling backwards as Rudy pulled at her, her limbs seeming unable to respond to her will. Not knowing how she arrived there she found her body lifted and cradled in her lovers arms his left arm under her shoulders, that hand clasping her left breast. Her legs were draped over his right arm. If she had wanted to protest it would have been impossible, for Rudy's lips were sealing hers, his tongue playing with hers deep within her mouth. This strong, masterful lover was not the man the world outside the cabana had ever seen. He gently laid her on their bed, and began exploring her slender, succulent body with his lips and tongue. All Nancy could do was emit soft moans as shivers of arousal coursed one after the other through her trembling body. She cried out with passion as her man's lips closed on a nipple, and her first orgasm of the evening shocked her as she spasmed under his hands and mouth. Letting her come down from her passion, Rudy lifted himself between her knees, pushing her legs wide. Then bending forward he began exploring her center, tasting and touching her outer lips and running his tongue's tip up the creases where her legs met her body. In only seconds Nancy was again shuddering with arousal, her hands first gripping the sheets, then tangling themselves in his hair, then pounding the mattress as her passion again peaked. Then the man's tongue wiggled and wormed its way between the nether lips and her juices were suddenly undammed to anoint her groin and spill into his mouth. Nancy couldn't stop the waves of pleasure that wracked her body, one after the other. Until Rudy closed his lips over her nub, concentrating the sensations on that hard and needy protrusion. As she began blanking out, the invading tongue suddenly dove down and thrust hard into her center. Nancy screamed, screamed again, and then all went black. Coming back to awareness, the sexy blonde was comforted to feel Rudy's body resting full upon hers, his manhood deeply impaled into her channel. Lifting her arms she encircled his shoulders and caressed his back. She raised her mouth to taste her lover's lips and tongue. Soon they were slowly dancing the dance of love, Nancy's lovely legs twined around her man's, and her middle lifting eagerly to meet his every thrust. Again and again, Rudy's lover cried out her passion. Again and again Rudy fought off the urge to complete the coupling, driving her on and on. He was lost in the ecstasy of her center, until some indeterminate time later, they reached their mutual goal, screamed together and collapsed temporarily in each other'sarms. Each silently vowed that they would do all that was needed to continue this liaison. They would not allow the other to escape. Both held that vow secret, afraid to let the other know. Much later, as "Tea for Two" was drifting away in the air from the resort orchestra, to be replaced with the traditional "Good Night Ladies," a listener would have heard, "Oh God, Rudy! Just there... There! Yes! Yes! Yes?" Then silence until, "Oh Rudy! Again... Again? Oh yes! Again!" There were no listeners, nor were there any others throughout the long tropical night. For the two sharing the night together there was never agreement on whether it had been short or long. At different times, different partners claimed time had changed and transmogrified. The next morning, an extra portion of fruits and juices were delivered to the cabana. Rudy and Nancy wondered for years how the resort's 'extra portions' manager knew to deliver the additional food. The Brits and the nurses had a glorious time the next several days with their quips. It seemed every new sally brought the sunset's colors shining on both Nancy's and most particularly Rudy's cheeks. Then the couple grew accustomed to being seen as a pairing and the blushes grew less. They were finally replaced by proud and satisfied grins on both their faces. Nancy was careful not to be seen noticing that Rudy, while still enjoying a drink, was no longer trying to drink the bar dry. Still it amazed her how she could be walking with Rudy along side the pool, then stretch her lithe body and watch as Rudy stepped fully clothed into the pool. After the third time she did it, he made her promise to keep him out of the pool. It took away some of her fun, but she experimented and found there were many ways she could distract him. Some were more fun than others, but then some could only be used in the cabana. To their delight when the couple compared lives they discovered that Nancy's hospital was located only 47 miles from Rudy's apartment, and that Rudy's office was just a 53-minute drive from Nancy's condominium. Even more remarkable to Rudy, whose job had him flying in and out of the airport, Nancy's condo was only a 15-minute drive from the airport on the opposite side from where Rudy lived. Everything was so convenient! They discovered several of their favorite restaurants lay between Rudy's apartment and Nancy's condo, and it would be only natural for them to meet occasionally for a meal together. When Rudy bemoaned how lonely he was going to be when Nancy left to return home she took pity on him and wired her supervisor, telling her she was taking an extra two weeks vacation. It proved easy to change her return ticket to the same flight(s) Rudy was going home on. Lodging for Nancy was ridiculously easy to arrange, they only needed to lug one of her two suitcases from the main resort building to the cabana she was now sharing with Rudy. The other was already there. When Rudy wasn't concentrating on the little blonde dickens now sharing his cabana, he was listening for a voice. He swore to himself that he'd recognize that angry voice he had heard on the telephone, and would be prepared for it when she confronted him. Two days after Nancy and Rudy had listened to the surf's symphony together they were sitting close by the resort pool. Rudy had figured out that a Singapore Sling was really just fancy lemonade and had talked the bartender into making him a 'Rudy Special'. It was a Singapore Sling without the alcohol, and was pretty good. The bartender thought it was great fun, and when a couple patrons asked to try a Rudy Special he loaded it up good. It became a pretty popular drink, and Rudy gained a big reputation for being able to drink them like they were water. Any one else ordering a Rudy Special had a great deal of trouble walking after only two or three. No one had been known to order a fifth. As the two were enjoying the sun and trying to tell each others fortune with palmistry, a man and woman sat down at the table next to theirs. The man was explaining that he had stepped on some sort of poisonous sea critter, and just gotten out of the hospital that morning. The woman was having none of his story. Finally the man called the resort manager over and asked him to confirm where he had been the past couple days. The manager graciously confirmed the man's story, and then the woman seemed to come unglued. "Look, Arnold!" she shouted in a very shrill voice. "I called you the next morning, don't give me any of this bullshit! I talked to you!" "Flo," the man replied reasonably, "I was in hospital. And that morning I was delirious. It would have been impossible to talk to me then. Call the hospital. I just got out this morning and came right over to see you. I was really hurt you never came by to see how I was doing." The woman's shrill voice suddenly clicked in Rudy's memory as she continued, "Well, I talked to someone! If it wasn't you, who the hell was it? I waited over an hour for you to come, and you stood me up!" Luckily, Rudy had just swallowed a large mouthful of Rudy's Special or he would have choked. Trying to be unobtrusive, he pulled Nancy to her feet and quickly led her off the patio. As they headed back to the bungalow he tried to explain who the woman was and what was happening. Just as they disappeared from sight of the pool, Nancy began laughing hysterically, while taking the opportunity to cling hard to Rudy. Rudy just smiled enigmatically as he wrapped his arms around his lovely woman. At last Rudy could dismiss the shrill voice that had berated him on the phone that magical, catastrophic morning. The mystery of the shrill voice on the telephone was solved. As luck would have it after the trip was over and they returned home, Rudy discovered that the most reasonable air connections could be made when he spent the night before at Nancy's condo. It was also much more convenient to stop overnight at her place when he returned, and then to proceed directly to his office the next morning. Unless it was a weekend of course, on weekends Nancy would accompany him to his apartment Saturday morning after they got up. There she would help him straighten it up, then stay for dinner that night and church the next morning. It just proved to be so much more convenient. Seventeen months after the dream vacation, Rudy and Nancy had an unexpected emergency. Nancy, the career woman, discovered that she had somehow forgotten to take a birth control pill (or two or three) on a ski vacation that the two of them had taken to Aspen. Luckily they discovered a perfect four-bedroom ranch style house almost exactly half way between the hospital and Rudy's office, and moved in right after the marriage. That was the same month Rudy was made Sales Manager. He could plan his 'now-to-be-infrequent' sales trips at his own convenience. The boon of scheduling his sales trips was to be of special benefit. Rudy discovered he had a talent for coaching both Girls' Softball, and Little League Baseball. Luckily he was good at each, or one of the twins may have felt slighted. = = = = = = Well, hope you like it. I had a lot of fun writing it. Please vote (of course I know most of you will like the story) The more the merrier. And I get lonely, so take a few seconds and send an email. Especially if you have ideas you would like to see in a story. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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