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La Playa Ch. 06

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Tuesday Morning at the Spa

Tuesday morning dawned with the broken, puffy clouds typical of a summer day in the Caribbean. A few couples and small groups still slept or stumbled groggily back toward their rooms from where they'd collapsed the night before. Some people, sticky with cum, oil, or other fluids, took advantage of the showers by the pool, while others stopped at the patio restaurant for a Bloody Mary and breakfast. As the refugees from the previous night's revels sorted themselves out, other guests who had not made such a late night of it headed for sunrise strolls or runs along the beach.

John and Carolyn were joined by Lisa and David in a leisurely jog, Lisa having finally been convinced that it was unlikely she would have another encounter with their host such as she'd had the day before. Therefore, the quartet - dressed only in running shoes and socks - ran slowly past the pool and down onto the beach.

The usual maintenance, cleaning, and prep work proceeded on course as the staff prepared the resort for its second full day of operation. The use of vacuums, power tools, and other noisy machines was strictly forbidden before 10:00 AM, but that left plenty of other work before then. A group of Dungeon staff, led by Mistress Claudia, was making an early start of preparing the ballroom for that night's BDSM 101 class. They rolled cartloads of leather, metal and plastic implements and toys from the dungeon toward the catering section of the hotel.

Breakfast was busy both poolside and indoors. Guests and staff were easing into a routine already. Casual sex took place side by side with lap swimming, yoga, sailing classes, and all the other traditional pursuits of a tropical resort. Fishing expeditions were also fitting out, and the large catamaran was boarding a full load of 20 passengers for the six-hour Sex Cruise: an opportunity to make love on the high seas. There was even a Mile-High Special with an airplane specially fitted for up to four people to fuck, while taking a two-hour aerial tour of neighboring islands. Four flights a day were booked solid for the week. The barge plied busily back and forth from the beach to the Isle of Eros, and a few clothed groups could be seen in the lobby, hiring taxis and mini-mokes for shopping and sightseeing expeditions around the main island. One couple, called home early by an emergency, were sadly checking out as the concierge staff arranged for their air transportation back to Peoria.

Melinda and Bill arrived at the reception desk of the Spa around 9:30 AM. Since their poolside epiphany watching Steve take on Lisa and David the previous morning, they were less shy about the nudity and sex that surrounded them. However, they were still dressed conservatively in shorts and T-shirts. Julie, concerned about how well they were fitting in and if the guest screening process needed adjustment, had bought them a round of drinks and asked them bluntly about their swinging experience and sexual preferences. They earnestly assured her that they were enjoying themselves and that they planned to participate in many of the resort's activities. They convinced her they had met a couple and had a play date that evening. Tentatively reassured, Julie suggested they try the Spa the next day, so here they were. What they didn't know is that Julie had put the word out to the staff to test these guests and report back to her.

"Good morning!" Carmen, the Spa receptionist greeted enthusiastically. She was a cheerful, sexy Hispanic woman dressed in the staff uniform of shorts, T-shirt, and tennis shoes.

"Welcome to the Spa. I'm Carmen. May I show you the Spa menu or did you get a chance to review it on the closed-circuit TV channel in your room?"

Melinda smiled and answered, "Buenas tardes, senorita. We're in room 315. We'd like the Couples Relaxation Package, por favor." Melinda had read the travel books extensively, and was following their advice about making the effort to speak the native language.

"Como no, senora, that package includes cleansing in a Japanese-style bath, a sauna, and a massage for two. By your armbands I assume you would like the heterosexual service, no?" Bill and Melinda each wore two blue armbands.

"Yes, er... si, gracias," answered Melinda.

Bill thought all the Spanish was a bunch of nonsense, but was looking forward to getting a massage from a beautiful Hispanic girl, fucking his wife, and maybe even hooking up with another couple. Melinda knew her husband well. She knew she would have to fuck him later in some uncomfortable position, and was determined to enjoy the feel of some young, virile masseur's hands pampering her before that happened.

"I know just the staff members for you," said Carmen. "Rick and Debbie are a married team, both expert massage therapists who can guide you through the entire service. If you'll just have a seat I will call them up."

Bill and Melinda sat down on a couch along the wall opposite Carmen's desk. The desk was a modernist design made of aluminum pipe and wood, and afforded Bill an excellent view of Carmen's shapely legs. Carmen made a call, and in a few moments an absolutely stunning couple, dressed in lab coats, entered the reception area.

"Debbie, Rick, this is Bill and Melinda from Room 315," she emphasized the room number and passed Debbie a note to remind her about Julie's instructions for this couple. "Please guide them through Couples Relaxation."

"With the greatest pleasure!" answered Rick, flashing a movie star smile from a deeply tanned face, topped with bleached blonde hair. He actually bowed to Melinda and stretched out his hand to help her up.

"Welcome to La Playa," added Debbie, smiling at Bill, also from a perfectly tanned face. She flashed the note at Rick, who nodded understanding, and they led their charges back to the changing area.

As Bill and Melinda were led to the back, Carmen was delighted to see Joan and Peter enter the reception area. The entire staff knew these two guests, as they were newlyweds on their honeymoon. Carmen knew they were already enjoying themselves, as they had shared a standing fuck surrounded by all the guests and staff during the welcome reception. Not many people had noticed, since the Activities and Dungeon staffs had joined the resort owner that evening in putting on a fantastic sex show for their guests, but the word had gone around quickly that, despite their youth, these two were going to get their money's worth out of this week. She was also pleased to see them both wearing the one blue/one pink armband combination denoting bisexual curiosity. She would love to jump in the Roman Bath with this hot young woman, and immediately began figuring on her morning break. Joan and Peter were dressed in matching thongs, and gauze shirts.

"Hi," Peter said. "We're Joan and Peter, room 212. We'd like the Same Sex Special, please."

"Good morning and welcome," replied Carmen. "The 'Special' includes colonic enemas, douche, hot oil massage, and sudsy body bath, with masturbatory orgasm possible at the discretion of the attendant, who will be of the same gender as the guest. Do you want the service individually or as a couple?"

"As a couple, please," answered Joan, with a slight flush. "And we'd like to have attendants who would be willing to masturbate us, if any are available," she added, flushing full red.

"Of course, I'm sure that won't be a problem at all. In fact, I think I can offer you your choice of staff. Would you step over to this monitor, please?" Carmen led the newlyweds to a large, flat screen TV mounted on a wall, with a keyboard on a stand next to it. Another couple came in the door as she began accessing the staff directory.

"Welcome to the Spa, I'll be with you in just a few moments," she said to the new couple with a smile. They took a seat on the couch and watched the selection process with interest.

"I think either Andrea or Margo would be ideal for you," Carmen said to Joan. "Both are highly skilled at a variety of tissue and erotic massages, and they truly know how to please a girl."

The screen split into two parts, displaying multiple pictures of each female staff member, with their names at the top of the screen. Andrea was a nicely proportioned blonde who looked like she was a runner, and Margo a taller brunette with D-cup tits and shoulders that spoke of hours in the gym.

Joan, reddening even further because of the other guests in the room but gathering her courage, said "I think I'll try Margo."

"An excellent choice," Carmen said as she used the keyboard to send a notification back to the staff ready room.

"And for you sir," she said, turning to Peter," I think you'll be most pleased by either Mark or Steven."

She typed in more commands and the screen was filled with two hunks. Mark was of obvious Latin descent, with dark curly hair, bulging abs and a fat cock, while Steven looked Scandinavian, with fair hair and freckled skin over a slender figure with a long, slim penis.

Peter actually found himself licking his lips as he said, "Steven, definitely Steven."

Joan squeezed his hand, because the man on the right side of the TV screen was the exact physical type they had described in their personal ads on several bisexual and swinger websites.

Joan and Peter had been married four days. She was 27, he was 24, and they had dated and lived together for two years before deciding to tie the knot. She had made some good money doing one of those "nude girls live on the web" sites with two girlfriends during grad school, and had been introduced to Sapphic love in that setting. He had actually masturbated to her site, but had not joined the legion of men sending her both disgusting and sweet emails. They attended grad school at the same university, and had met at a mixer for the Sailing Club. He, of course, had recognized her instantly, and thought she would be unobtainable, but their eyes met in one of those rare, truly electric moments between individuals, and to their great credit they had not let the moment pass.

He was surprised to learn that, even though she displayed her body and made love to her roommates on a web cam, she was actually a shy, intelligent girl. Inspired by the many lies and half-truths aimed at men on adult sites, he thought of himself as a metrosexual, and had kissed and made out with men in some of the college bars in town. As they talked and began to share more intimate knowledge, they both realized that their view of the world was a little rosy. They shared a couple of threesomes, both MFF and MMF, in which he had lost his anal cherry and she let go of a few of her own inhibitions.

When they decided to get married, they also decided that they would move to New York and develop a hip, urban lifestyle. This included developing themselves sexually, and they had booked their honeymoon to La Playa, thinking of the trip as immersion training in swinging.

Margo and Steven came to the front and were introduced to Joan and Peter. Peter blushed profusely as his cock hardened at the sight of Steven in the flesh, stretching his thong out in front of him. Margo took Joan's hand, put her at ease with a knowing, frank look, and launched into a steady stream of girl talk about the wedding as she led the group toward the changing area.

Meanwhile, Carmen had gone to meet her next customers, Len and Judy. She was a fiery looking short redhead with curves that were just short of rubenesque. Dressed in a mesh serape and a G-string, Judy looked hungrily at Carmen as she approached. He was a distinguished, slightly overweight businessman type with salt and pepper hair, wearing a Hawaiian shirt and Speedo. They ordered the same basic services Bill and Melinda had selected, but wanted individualized treatment until they met later in the Roman Baths.

Carmen took them through the attendant selection process, with Len selecting Stephanie and Judy picking Ron. Stephanie was a statuesque brunette whose physique resembled some of the female wrestlers on TV, while Ron was a guy-next-door construction worker type with strong looking arms and hands. They came to the front, met Len and Judy, and led them to the back of the Spa.

In the changing room, Debbie and Rick passed Bill and Melinda terry cloth robes, towels, and bath slippers. All public restroom areas at the Resort were unisex, so Bill and Melinda chose adjoining lockers, slipped out of their clothes, and into the robes. From here, Debbie and Rick led them into the Japanese Baths.

This was a low-ceilinged room with several of the free-standing square bathtubs commonly used at Japanese hot springs. Each tub was about three feet deep, and filled with very hot water. Next to each tub was a small wooden deck that held a low wooden stool and a wooden bucket and ladle, with a stainless steel hose topped with a showerhead hanging on a tall rod. A collection of brushes and natural sponges, soaps, oils, and shampoos were located on a small shelf.

Debbie took Bill's hand and led him to a tub. She helped him out of his robe and hung it on a hook, then surprised him by shedding her lab coat to a reveal a gorgeously tanned body and perfect 38C breasts. His cock sprang to attention faster than it had in fifteen years, but deflated somewhat when he saw an already nude Rick helping Melinda out of her robe with lots of care and touching.

Bill saw that Rick sported a very healthy looking uncut cock and washboard abs. He knew he needed to get over it, but still felt a pang of jealousy as he saw how intently his wife was watching this young stud's ass as he hung her robe. Debbie recognized the play of emotions on Bill's face and body, and decided that a little ego stroking was in order.

"Ooh, is that for me?" she asked, reaching out and lightly caressing Bill's half-hard cock.

Bill's head snapped around and he found himself face-to-face with a beautiful, mature, self-assured woman who smiled at him and lewdly licked her lips. He had expected a native hooker like he had known in Thailand and the Philippines, but this woman was the complete opposite of that.

"We'll have to see how this tiger purrs later on, won't we?" she asked with a twitch of her hips.

Any thoughts of wife, fidelity, jealousy, or self-restraint were dumped as Bill's small brain took over all higher functions and he reached for Debbie. A very experienced sex surrogate, Debbie had been expecting this reaction and easily deflected his advance by pulling down sharply on his cock and directing Bill to take a seat on the stool.

"Let's just take our time and focus on you, shall we?" she said, dipping water from the bucket with the wooden ladle and pouring it over his shoulders. She proceeded to wet all his skin in the same fashion, preparing him for a sudsing.

Meanwhile Melinda was in heaven, forcing herself to forget Bill and place herself in this gorgeous younger man's hands. Rick was an expert who quickly had her covered with jasmine-scented suds and was using a horsehair brush to bring her skin alive. After a vigorous scrubbing he rinsed her with the hose, then applied a jasmine scented oil with a natural sponge, being careful not to over-stimulate either her nipples or clit, but making her intensely aware of her erogenous zones. Her eyes were closed, and she felt any cares she had melting away.

Rick whispered in her ear, "Now, my beauty, we're going to carefully immerse you in this tub. Notice the steps at this end," he helped her rise and step up to the side of the tub.

"You step in very slowly, sitting on the edge for a while, then moving down one step at a time until your body adjusts to the temperature. This is very hot water, but it will not scald you, and I'll be here the whole time to help."

He held her hand as she stepped down to the first step. At first she felt nothing, but then as she bent to sit and moved her feet she felt the intense heat of the water. Steam rose from the surface, and Rick scented that steam with more jasmine oil, directing her to breath deeply. As she sat, he ran his hands lightly up and down her back and arms, stopping to occasionally knead her shoulders and check that she was adjusting to the water.

"Move at your own pace. We have all day," he said in a low, sultry voice.

She smiled at Rick, and a hunger greater than any she had ever known lit a fire in her eyes. She wanted this man more than anything she had ever wanted in her life. She knew she could not fully have him, for unlike Bill, she remembered that Spa staff were only allowed to masturbate guests. However, she decided she would live her fantasies to their fullest extent today, and if Bill couldn't handle it, it was better to know now than later.

The Spa was a sprawling complex built lengthwise along one contour of the hill that framed La Playa. Most of the bath and massage rooms faced out over the beach and lagoon. Many were actually outdoors, while the more intense spa treatment facilities, such as the enema rooms and other more medically oriented treatments were in rooms built deeper into the side of the hill, with no windows.

Dug even deeper into the hillside were the many rooms, passageways, and public spaces of the Dungeon. While both the Dungeon and the Spa had only one access point, large double doors could be opened between one of the Dungeon public areas and the Roman Baths of the Spa. As well, each had an independent access point into the Caves and a water slide communicating with the River.

Margo and Steven led Joan and Peter, now dressed in robes, into the colonic treatment room. The guests had been given slippers with non-slip rubber soles, and Margo and Steven had donned nurse's shoes for safety. The room was filled with stainless steel equipment, including four treatment chairs with stirrups like in a gynecologist's office and two treatment tables. Both the chairs and the tables included vinyl covered pads for comfort that could be easily removed for cleaning. Joan and Peter were asked to disrobe and take their places in two of the chairs. Margo and Steven remained in their lab coats, and went to a cupboard where they put on rubber surgical gloves.

"The goal of the Same Sex Special is to help prepare the guest both physically and spiritually to appreciate same-gender sex," explained Margo as she and Steven moved about preparing the opening procedure. "To do this we cleanse you as completely as possible, both inside and out, and provide you with maximum same-sex stimulation throughout the day. Steven and I are thrilled to be a part of your sexual exploration, especially so early in your marriage, and want to do all we can to provide you with maximum pleasure today."

"Of course, you are aware of the limitations placed on Spa staff behavior. I can't let you fuck me no matter how nice I think your cock is," Steven said to Peter. "However, both Margo and I want you to know that we welcome your touches, kisses, and any other contact you wish to initiate."

Joan and Peter's chairs were swiveled so that they faced each other at an angle. This way the two young lovers could be voyeurs to each other's treatment while enjoying the physical feelings of the enema.

"The colonic enema takes a while to complete. You'll feel some discomfort in the forms of fullness, some minor cramping, and an urgent need to expel the water at various times during the treatment," Steven explained as he and Margo raised Joan and Peter's feet into the stirrups and reclined the chairs to the proper positions.

"Notice that Steven said some discomfort, but you must tell us immediately if you feel sharp pains," added Margo. "The treatment is intended to cleanse you, not hurt you. We want you to resist the urge to expel, but please don't be embarrassed by any leakage that might occur. You will actually be helped to expel a few times during the process, and of course we will all take showers after the treatment is complete. Any questions?"

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One day, while at her best friend’s house, Shara saw a sight that awakened the longing and desire that she so seldom experienced anymore. Her friend was changing into cooler clothes. She was walking down the hallway while she did, allowing Shara to get a glimpse of her clad only in a very sexy and suggesting bra and panty set.

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But being Morgan, she did. “Shara, what is it? Are you okay?” inquired Morgan. Shara acknowledged that all was fine, she too was just feeling a little overheated. “Let me get you something cooler to change into,” suggested Morgan. “Okay,” Shara said.

She filled a water tumbler to the brim, and added a few cubes of ice to help complete the illusion that the heat was indeed what was getting to her.

Morgan returned with a skimpy top and a pair of shorts so tiny that Shara wondered just exactly how she was supposed to fit into them. “Just slip into these,” Morgan said. “You’ll be much more comfortable antalya escort if you do.”

“I don’t know about that,” Shara thought. She slipped her own t-shirt off. The slinky little top that Morgan had brought to her was very tight across the bust. She took off her own bra and put the shirt back on. Still tight, but bearable. The shorts fit snugly as well, but it was not uncomfortable. She looked in the mirror and was pleased with what she saw there. Two kids, and still slim. Pretty fit for a woman of 25. Nice breasts, perky with small rosy pink nipples. Ass firm, calves taut.

“Shara, are you coming out, or what?” called Morgan. Shara opened the door. She was looking intently at Morgan’s face to see what her reaction would be.

“Shara, you look great!!” gushed Morgan. Shara noticed a slight flush begin on Morgan’s lovely freckled face. Morgan put her tongue out and wet her lips slowly, tensely.

Shara couldn’t help it. The shirt felt so good rubbing against her small, hard nipples it caused a burst of liquid fire rise deep within herself.

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Morgan went to start the water. Shara called, “Morgan, I like it REALLY hot!” The double meaning caused Morgan to burst into a fit of laughter.

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Shara entered the bathroom, and was immediately in the midst of hot steam. “It feels like a sauna in here,” she thought. She peeked in the shower and saw to her supreme excitement that Morgan was unclothed. “I’ll just be a minute, ” she called.

Undressed, she stepped into the shower as well.

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As the slaves practiced various vodou ceremonies celebrating their freedom and thanking their god Bondye, a bokor approached Dahlia. As she laid on the floor of her plantation shaking with fear the bokor preformed a sacred ritual. He explained that he was to curse her, so that she would be enslaved for eternity and would always remember those who she had enslaved. He bokor motioned for a slave woman to come closer. The woman was a loogaroo, a vampyritic agent of the devil. The woman sauntered towards the bokor and Dahlia as an evil grin formed her mouth. The bokor announced that it was time. The slave woman horrifically began to tremor and vibrate, and she became scorched in a fiery light as Dahlia watched in horror. The woman drew up her arms and launched herself towards Dahlia, biting into her neck and sucking the blood as well as the life out of her. When the loogaroo had finished, her fire burned out and she slit her own chest and urged Dahlia to drink her blood. Dahlia screamed and tried to push away, but enough of the blood had already reached her system. Dahlia quaked with fear and choked with pain. The loogaroo had turned Dahlia into what some would call a vampire. This month of 1912, Dahlia had just celebrated her two hundredth birthday. To this day she resides on her families plantation, reinventing herself as heirs to the estate.

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As the sun set over New Orleans Andre headed out of the city, fed up with traditions and expectations. At the age of twenty-nine he was expected to marry soon. Andre Jules came from a prominent French Creole family who had resided in New Orleans for hundreds of years. He drove for miles until he finally ran out of gas. Andre, still infuriated with his family's ultimatum, proceeded to get out and walk with no intention of getting help. Andre had a hint of Spanish mixed with his French heritage which showed as he pushed the long almost black hair out of his eyes as he march down the road. His eyes became an illuminated hazel hue in the dusk of night. He was pale, but his body rippled with muscles which were evident in no matter what he wore. Andre induced extreme amounts of sex appeal to all that saw him, yet he was modest and confident.

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Andre was searching her body, yet she did the same. Andre was startled by her voice and had forgotten why he was there.

"I. . .i ran out of gas a few miles back. I was wondering if you. . ." The woman had placed her hand on the door above her head, which made her breast lift in such a sexual manner that Andre forgot everything he was saying.

"I'm sorry but I have no car, I also don't have a telephone." The woman said as she ran a hand across her chest. Her words were seductive and enchanting.

"Pardon me?" Andre answered completely confused by her response. The woman just laughed ever so slightly.

"I'm assuming you were hoping for a car or some gas. Please do come in."

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"Dahlia St. Romes, It is a pleasure meeting you Andre," she said as she poured herself a glass and took a seat next to him. Andre watched as she slowly crossed her legs and a slit in her gown appeared parting all the way up to her upper thigh. He noticed her skin color was tanned all over her body. Her deep red lipstick made her eyes shine more yellow than Green.

The two talked for quite a while, the entire time Andre devoured every part of the woman across from him. Dahlia noticed his stares and said, "it is miles to the next town, you must stay the night. I insist. "

"I truly appreciate this you have no idea, I will be gone first thing tomorrow." Andre said slightly embarrassed that they had met while under such undesirable terms.

"Nonsense, I have somewhere to be in the morning and I won't be home until dusk. Do stay and have dinner with me tomorrow evening." Her voice was calm and low, as if there were erotic connotations behind every word. Andre agreed and promised he would stay until the next evening.

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"I will have this cleaned for you by tomorrow," she said biting her bottom lip as she looked lasciviously at his body. Although completely shocked, Andre grinned at her as he scratched his stomach in that manly way, knowing that she wanted him just as much as he lusted for her.

"Thank you, that is so very kind of you."

Dahlia gave a small grin and left the room.

As soon as the door closed Andre slid his hand down his body, slowly rubbed his hard cock thinking of the way Dahlia had touched him. He decided that he ought to sleep and see where tomorrow evening led.

As the clock struck three Andre heard the door open. He say Dahlia in a sheer cream gown, it was extremely low cut and tight making her gorgeous breast round and push forward through the material. Dahlia leaned against the bed pressing her tits around the post begging Andre to take her. As he sat up and wrapped his hands around her waist she kissed down his neck. Andre moved his hands lower and positioned her so that she was between his legs and he grabbed her ass and drew her in closer. She moaned in his ear as his cock crushed against her clit. Andre felt animalistic and just as he was ready to let go and take her he felt a painful pinch in his neck. Just then the clock struck seven, and Andre had realized he had dreamed her coming to his room.

As Dahlia turned a horse head on a large marble fire place mantel it slowly started to rotate, opening to a red velvet staircase. As she reached the last step into her secret chambers a dozen candles were set ablaze. The room was decorated in dark red and gold silk draped around the room, and rod iron candle holders. The corner of the room housed a elegant day bed filled with black satin pillows. In the middle of the room was a large white marble tomb filled with a red satin lining. Dahlia lied down trying to relive how Andre's body felt as she touched him. He was so muscular, masculine . . . sexual. She was beginning to worry that she wanted too much.

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As the clock struck midnight, Sarah lay in bed, her body burning with passion. She knew what she wanted, and she wanted it now. She closed her eyes and imagined a pair of strong hands on her body, exploring every inch of her. She could feel the heat rising in her body and she moaned softly.

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Christmas Eve

by Susan Kirksey

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As the lovely couple rested against the sofa and stared into the fireplace, Templeton rested his head against her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around him and they sat there in peace and quiet. They made each other very happy.

They fell asleep. Susan woke early the next morning. Templeton got up and put some more logs on the fire. When she woke up, Templeton was standing in front of the fire with only his jeans on. Susan got up very slowly and walked over to him. She placed her arms around his waist. Templeton turns around and pulls her close to him. "You look very beautiful by the firelight."

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She honestly knew how the conman felt about her. Could she tell him how she felt about him? As they stood there in front of the fire, Susan could feel Templeton placing one arm on her waist and the arm slowly making its way up her sweater. Templeton continued to nuzzle at her neck when he cupped her breast.

He tenderly gnawed at the skin on her throat being very careful not to injury the scar on her throat. Susan moaned softly crying out her his name. "The General doesn't know one thing."

She looks at him. "What?" as she said kissing his neck. Templeton looked at her with a devil look in his eyes. "The couch folds out into a sofa bed." Susan looks at him with love in her eyes. "Well, what are we waiting for?"

With that being said, Susan removed the cushions to the sofa bed as Face pulled the bed out. The sheets and pillows were already on the bed. They straightened everything out. After the bed was made, Face and Susan walked together.

Face smothered Susan with tender kisses as he pulled the sweater over her head, momentarilly breaking them from the kiss. Face had her cupped in his arms. They spun around.

With a playful push, Templeton fell on the bed pulling Susan on top of him. His sweater had been off since the night before. "God, you're beautiful." he managed to say in between kisses. All of a sudden, Susan leaves from the bed.

She runs into the bathroom. Templeton gets up from the bed and runs over to the bathroom door and knocks on the door. "Are you okay? Susan, I didn't mean to make you upset." She opens the bathroom door and says, "What makes you think that I'm upset?" She went into the bathroom to slip in a red and black teddy with black lace around her cleavage and high cut around the thighs that she had bought.

He takes her into his arms again and smothers her with kisses. With another playful push, they fall on the bed again. This time, Susan is on top. She says something that Face didn't quite understand. "What was that?" "Too many clothes."

Face raised up on his knees and ran her fingers to the button on his jeans. "I want to be able to see you."

Templeton didn't argue with her about that. Susan unbuttoned his jeans and slowly let the zipper down. This made him yelp with delight. "Lay down so I can pull the jeans and underwear off of you." He complied with his lovers request. Susan pulled the underwear off of him and squeezed his ass cheeks. That made Templeton jump with delight.

In one sudden move, Templeton raised up and pulled Susan on the bed. He was the one on top and in firm control. Templeton slowly kissed her neck. He slowly traced a trail from her neck down to her rose colored mounds of the breasts. He mumbled something. "I didn't hear you."

He gazed into her eyes and repeated, "Too many clothes." They stood up on the floor in front of the fireplace. Face slowly removed the satin robe and the removed the teddy from the woman that he loved with all of his heart.

He took Susan's hands and led her over to the bed. She fell right into his arms. Once back in the bed, Face told her, "I love you with every fiber of my being. Let me show you."

He finally was able to fully enjoy his lover and her sensual pleasures. She wrapped her legs around his waist and with every gentle but firm thurst Templeton gave her, she was able to move with him. For the next 2 hours, they made passionate love to each other.

They laid together looking like two fat cats who just had a gourmet meal. Susan heard a noise and woke up shivering. She clutched the comforter close to her chest. When she saw what had awakened her, she was relieved. Temp, as she called him, was putting some more logs on the fire.

Susan finds Face's sweater and puts it on. She climbs out of bed and walks over to him and places her arms around his waist. Her head is resting on his back. Templeton is only dressed in his jeans and socks. As he turns around, he holds Susan tightly in his arms. Naturally, around her waist. He closes his eyes and remembers the moment of passion that he shared with her.

He wanted to savor every moment of her. "You were absolutely perfect." he said smelling her red hair. Susan was wearing Face's sweater that had been thrown over the couch in their heat of passion.

She splayed her hands over his chest. "I had a wonderful dream about you." He looks into her gorgeous blue eyes. "Tell me what happened." Susan leads him over to the bed. "I was back home in Alabama. Chris had just pulled up and was bugging my mom and dad. I come out there and take care of him. That's when you come up in the vette."

"What happened next?" "You came into the yard and bent be backwards and delivered the most passionate kiss to me." "Sounds like a good dream." Susan laid back on the bed. "It was the best!"

The lovers fell asleep in each others arms. The sun woke up Templeton early the next morning. Susan had his arm pinned under her head. As he worked his arm out from her head, she woke up.

Templeton smiled as Susan opened her eyes. "Good morning, Susan." he said as he lightly kissed her forehead. Her hair was mussed but he thought it was sexy. As she rubbed her eyes she said, "Good morning, Temp." They settled into a kiss when Hannibal comes in.

"Good morning kids." he says with a smile. Face is the first one to show his disgust. "Hannibal, can't you knock! Geez! What does a person have to do to get some privacy in this house?" Hannibal was stunned. "Face, calm down! I'm sorry for not knocking."

Susan just stared at Face and Hannibal. "Will you two children cut it out! Hannibal, Face does have a point. Maybe you should knock before coming into a room?"

She looks at Face. "I'm going into the bathroom to change. When I get out, I want you and Hannibal to straighten up and act your ages! Not your shoe sizes!"

Susan went into the bathroom and slammed the door. Slam! Hannibal said puffing through his cigar, "Oh boy. We've really made her mad now." Face reaches for his jeans and says, "We? What is this we? I haven't done anything to make her mad with me!"

Hannibal turns around while Face pulls his jeans on. He fishes around for his socks and shoes. Susan comes out of the bathroom in her jeans and a bulky heavy sweater. She sits on the bed and fishes for her shoes. "Where are my damn shoes?!"

Hannibal comes over to her and attempts to console her for what he did. "Hannibal, stop. Just stop!" He looks at her funny. "What's wrong?" She rolls her eyes. "Never mind. Just NEVER MIND!!!" She looks at Face and asks, "Where are my shoes?"

"Here they are." He hands her the shoes from the telephone table. She hugs him. "Thanks."

There's a knock at the door. Face says, "Who is it?" "It's me, HM Murdock and BA. Can we come in?"

"Are you alone?" asked Susan looking at Hannibal. "I'm with this big angry mudsucker." She rolls her eyes and tells them, "Get in here then."

Captain HM Murdock and Srgt. BA Baracus enter the secluded cabin. "Ohhhh! A fire!" Murdock goes over to the fireplace and rubs his hands together. Her glare never left Hannibal. "Why do you think we came up here, Hannibal?"

"To have some privacy?" he asked. "Yes. To have some privacy! We get it for one night. Let me ask you something. Are you going to be there for the honeymoon also?"

"I don't like the tone that you're taking with me young lady." he said. "Well, I don't like to be intruded upon when I ask for some pirvacy! God, Hannibal. Like you have never been in love before!" Hannibal leaves the cabin.

Face placed his arms around her waist. "It's okay. Hannibal left." he said as he nuzzled her neck. "What do you say to the idea of ringing in Christmas just the two of us?" "What do you have in mind?"

He turned around and pulled her close to him. "The two of us having a romantic dinner. Sounds of gyspy violins where the sound of two hearts beating as one drowns out the sound of lovers."

"Sounds great to me." Susan said happily. They settled into another kiss. Murdock and BA left.

She couldn't believe the way that Hannibal had treated her. He was acting like she was his daughter and he was her way overprotective father. 'That man!' she thought.

Susan didn't let Hannibal's intrusion bother her. She was looking forward to her romantic evening alone with Face. She and Templeton went into town together to gather some last minute supplies and gifts.

Naturally, Face went to get some mistletoe. "Why did you get that?!" she whined. "I thought whining was my speciality?" he asked mocking her.

Susan couldn't help but to laugh at what Templeton just said. "You're so cute when you whine!" As she was talking with the man she loved with all of her heart, she slipped on a patch of ice and almost fell. As Susan fell, she felt Templeton's firm but soft arms catching her.

"Maybe we should hold hands around her?" he asked. "Good idea." They were holding each others hands as they walked through the tiny town. She saw an outfit that cried her name. "Look Temp. Isn't it beautiful?" "Yes. It is beautiful. See if you can wear it."

They go into the department store and Susan tries the outfit on. "What do you think?" Templeton walks over to the beautiful creature and slips his arms around her. "You look good enough to eat!" he said giving her a big smooch on her neck. Susan giggles like a school girl. "Temp!" He loosens his grip on her. "What? Can't I say that the woman I'm going to marry is beautiful?"

"You do have a point there!" He looks at her with a shock look in his eyes. "Oh! I do?" "Yes." "What point have I made?" "I'm going to marry you in a matter of months, and I'm beautiful." The cashier tells Susan the price of the outfit. They exchange the money for the outfit and once again, Susan and Templeton started down the walkway back to the truck to drive home.

On the drive home, Susan said, "Pull over." "Why here?" "Get out of the truck and follow me." she said opening the truck door and getting out. "It's freezing out there!" She pulls his arm. "Where's your sense of adventure? Where's the guy that first kissed me in the snow as we fell back and made perfect snow angels?" Templeton places his arms around her waist and says, "He's right here but cold. I'll tell you what we'll do, okay?" "Okay."

"Let's get this stuff back to the house. I'll make some hot chocolate and a roaring fire. We can sit in front of the fireplace holding each other and who knows what may come next!" he raised his eyebrows up and down.

"I've created a monster." "No, you haven't. The monster had been created long before he met you!" With that being said, Templeton Peck scooped Susan up into his arms and plants a big kiss on her.

They get back into the truck. Face is driving this time. Susan snuggles up to him. She rubs her hands on his chest. "Are you cold?" "Nope. I can't put my arms around the man I love?"

"I didn't say you couldn't put your arms around me." "Well, what's up with the thrid degree?" "What third degree? Baby, I'm just teasing you." "Well, stop it! You're not a teenager anymore." Susan scoots back over to her side of the truck and looks out of the window.

As Tempelton and Susan drove into the driveway, Murdock and BA came out to help them bring in the items that they bought in town. Susan gets out of the truck and slams the door. "What's wrong, muchacha?" She shoots Murdock a got to hell look. "Get out of my way!"

"What did I say?" "Nothing. She's been made with me ever since we got back into the truck from shopping." said Face handing Murdock two bags of items. BA looked at Face. "You didn't try anything to her, Faceman?" "BA, believe it or not, I was a perfect gentleman. So what if she slid over and tried to nuzzle up to me?"

"What did you say to her?" "Nothing, BA. I swear, absolutely nothing." They go into the kitchen and unpack the groceries and gifts. "Did you blow her off?"

"Murdock, I don't know what's wrong with her! It's like a mystery." Susan goes into her bedroom and tries her outfit on. "Guys, will you all get Hannibal and meet me in the living room?"

"Sure!" said Murdock. "Hannibal! Would you come into the living room? Susan has an outfit that she wants to model for us!" "Sure! Be there in just a minute."

They guys settle on the couch. Frankie came out of the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn. "Good, Frankie. Snacks!" all said in unison as they dove into the popcorn.

"You guys ready?" "Yes!" Susan comes out of the bedroom modeling the navy blue suit with black spaghetti strap shoes.

When Face sees Susan in the outfit, his mouth hits the floor. He gets up and walks over to her. "You're so beautiful." Hannibal, BA, Murdock, and Frankie all get up and walk over to her and Face.

"You do look beautiful", said Hannibal. "I also want to apologize for my intrusion this morning. Can you forgive me?" Susan and Face look at Hannibal. "We forgive you!" she said as she walked over to Hannibal and embraces him with a hug.

Murdock runs into the kitchen and comes into the living room and announces, "Dinner is served. Gentlemen and lady won't you walk this way?" Murdock walks off in a funny way. Face and Susan laugh. "When in Rome, do what the Romans do!" They all walk into the dining room in their own funny way.

Face pulls her off to the side. "I think everyone's on the jazz." he said as he kissed her very tenderly. "I think you're on the jazz too. We'll have to do something about that!" she says very seductively. Temp nibbles at her top lip. "Like what?" he asks eagerly.

Susan plays with his tie. "Oh; I don't know. The possibilities are endless." As they settle into another kiss, Hannibal peers his head around the corner.

"Are you and Face going to join us for dinner?" Her head falls on his shoulder. "We'll be there in a few minutes, Hannibal." Face said biting his tongue.

"Maybe we better get into the dining room before Hannibal sends out the SWAT team after us." They share a laugh as they enter the dining room. Face seats Susan and looks around to find Hannibal and the rest of the team.

The room is dark except for the light of candles. "I believe that you recieved your wish." Susan looks at him funny. "Face, you've been around Hannibal too long, baby!" They laugh. "He's a good guy." She nods in agreement with him. "What will we toast to?" Face and Susan gathers their respective glasses.

"To romance; may it never die." "I'll drink to that!" They clank glasses. "I hope BA didn't cook." She looks at him. "BA isn't that bad of a cook." They look at each other and laugh. Hannibal and the team, along with General Stockwell and Carla, are enjoying a nice dinner in the kitchen.

"I don't want anyone to disturb Face and Susan this evening. Agreed?" Everyone agrees except for Carla. "I don't see why I have to go along with this stupid game." Hannibal walks over to her and sits down besides her. "Carla, it's real simple. If you don't disturb Face and Susan then they'll be very happy which makes me happy. If you do distrub them, then, it will piss them off. When one of men is unhappy, then I'm unhappy. When someone upsets Susan, then I get very, very, upset. Get it?"

Carla looks at Hannibal and nods her head 'yes.' "That's good." Back in the dining room, Face and Susan are slowly dancing. "How's that?" he asked rubbing the small of her back. She looks into his dreamy blue eyes. "Just perfect." she says while she wraps her arms around his neck. "Can I ask you something?" "Sure." "Would it be possible for me to kiss you?"

Blue eyes locked on blue eyes as she waited for his answer. "What does this tell you?" Face pulls her tight against his body and gives her the most passionate kiss ever. They stay like that for 15 minutes. When the kiss ended, Susan opened her eyes to the vision of romance in front of her. "I think that was a yes."

"You couldn't be more correct than what you are, my dear." Susan rests her head against Face's chest. "Can I tell you something very personal?" He raises her head so he can look into her eyes. "Proceed." "When I'm around you, uh, I feel so protected and loved and Face, that's something that I haven't felt in a long time." Templeton places his arms around her neck and says, "That's very sweet to say."

"What do you say about us finishing dinner and having desert?" Face said with a devilish grin. "I say, dig in!" BA and Murdock peek through the door and they grin like two cats who just ate a lot of mouse. Hannibal replied with a stuby cigar in between his teeth, "I love it when a plan comes together."

Face says something that Susan didn't catch but it was funny. She laughs and spits wine all over the place. All over her, the table, and all over Face. "Face, I'm so sorry." Wiping the wine with a napkin, she walks over to Templeton and starts to wipe the wine off of him. "I am so stupid." Face takes her by the hand pulls her into his lap. She laughs. Face then gives her the most passionate and tender kiss they have ever had in their relationship.

Without breaking the kiss, Susan and Templeton get out of the chair and starts to go to the bedroom. After a while of complete silence from the dining room, Hannibal raises from his chair and says, "Maybe we should check on them. What do you say guys?" Everyone nods in agreement.

"What do you think guys?" "Who ever spit this wine out should learn some excellent table manners!" the General said with a snooty attitude. Hannibal motions for them to be silent. "Do you hear that?" he asked in a very low whisper. Murdock replies, "Sounds like it's coming from the bedroom. Let's go check it out!" As Murdock, BA, Stockwell, Frankie and Carla make their way to the bedroom, Hannibal stops them by saying, "What do you say that we let Susan and Face have their night of passion. What can be wrong with that?"

In the bedroom, Face has stripped down to his jeans and is laying on the bed. Susan comes out of the bathroom only wearing a big smile. "Did I ever tell you that I love you?" he said looking at her. "Many times, Lt. Peck." she said as she climbed on the bed staddling his hips and kissing the breath out of him. "Merry Christmas, Susan." he said reaching on the night stand to get something.

Susan takes the tiny box in her hands. She looks at him very tenderly. "Go ahead. Open it!" She opens the box to see the very beautiful and thoughtful Christmas gift that he bought her. "A heart-shaped diamond ring!" A tear trickles down her cheek. "Face, thank you so much." she said as she him. "Why don't we go to sleep?" "I've got a better idea!"

"I hope you do!" "Oh, trust me; I do." she said with a devil look in her eyes. "I love it when a plan comes together!" With that being said, Face and his fiance' made love for the first time.

Christmas Eve by Susan Kirksey


Chapter 20

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