An Excerpt From: SPRING
BREAK
Copyright © KATHY
KULIG, 2012
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave
Publishing, Inc.
Mariko
Maguire sat at the tiny patio table along Fort Lauderdale Strip fanning herself
with an oversized postcard she’d found on the table.
She managed to grab the
seat the moment the couple clad in bikini and surfer shorts left. Calypso music
blared from the Tiki bar as crowds of young people
sipped frozen drinks and beer, munching on onion rings, raw mussels and clams.
Scanning the group of spring breakers where everyone was dressed in bathing
suits or T-shirts and shorts, Mariko noticed they were all at least twelve years
younger than she. A twinge of regret hit her as she listened to the laughter and
observed the young men and women flirting and having a good
time.
She’d
missed her spring break in college. If she had gone with her friends that year
instead of working would her life have been any different? She was the only fool
wearing a business suit and heels. What had her boss been thinking to plan a
conference during spring break?
Thank
God, she chose to do without the pantyhose this morning. She only hoped the
physicians in her seminar—all men except for one woman—didn’t think her
unprofessional for not wearing stockings.
Screw it, this was South Florida. One
more lecture and she would join the young kids in a bathing suit and hit the
pool, maybe the ocean.
Wow, were they really college aged? They looked so young.
Or was she getting old? Thirty-four wasn’t old, she tried convincing
herself.
She
envied the carefree looks on their faces and wondered how many were involved in
a summer romance, experiencing the passionate exhilaration of a brief affair,
knowing it would be over when classes started. Even promises of “we’ll keep in
touch” or “we’ll find a way to see each other” never happened, or so she’d
heard.
What
would she give to have had that heated spontaneity just once? After a divorce
was there any spontaneity in dating anymore? Maybe she expected too much. A
young woman in a skimpy bikini leaned against a handsome guy at the bar. His
hands roamed over her hips and slid dangerously close to skimming her breasts.
His thigh was planted between her slim legs and she dry humped him with the
slightest movement.
Mariko
grew hotter in the ninety-degree heat and her pussy gave a twitch, responding to
the sensual display. God, she was
horny. The thought of having a man running his hands over her while she
was half naked—better yet, completely naked—was turning her on. She would enjoy
a naked dip in the pool with cool water caressing her skin, while a man massaged
her breasts, touched her pussy and stimulated her clit.
Touch me here, lower, harder, slip a finger
inside me, pinch my nipples, yes, like that… He’d
obey each command, pleasuring her in all ways. Mariko released a long exhale,
her body tingling from her thoughts. Only in my
dreams.
Mariko
shifted in her seat and averted her eyes from the couple’s public display. She
noticed a few guys around the bar had also begun watching them. Maybe they liked
being watched. The throbbing in her pussy increased and her nipples tightened.
Damn, after the seminar she was stripping out of her suit, getting into her
bathing suit and taking a long, exhausting swim in the
ocean.
She
sighed. Where was the waiter with her virgin piña colada? She’d skipped the
alcohol since she was giving the afternoon lecture. If the last lecture went
anything like the morning one, maybe she should add the rum. These doctors were
tough. She wouldn’t be surprised if she went home without one new client. Why
did her company decide to plan a conference during spring break? Was she the
only one not on spring break here?
The
bar was four rows deep and she doubted she’d ever see the bartender again, but
if she got up, she’d lose the table. Forget about ordering food, she didn’t have
time. A hint of a sea breeze drifted in off the ocean and she lifted her face to
capture every bit of coolness.
She opened her blouse by two buttons and pulled
the silk material away from her breasts. Her plum lace bra showed a bit, but who
cared with all this half-naked flesh walking around? No one was noticing the
older thirty-something sitting at a table by herself. She fanned inside her
blouse, but the small postcard did little to cool her off. Glancing at the card,
she read TropiX Exclusive Lifestyle Impressions, by
invitation only. Applications accepted at:
There
was a website address and no other contact information. The card was plain,
shaded in gray, black and white with silhouetted palm trees, with a couple
embracing between the trees. She flipped the card over but it was blank. She
frowned.
The
bartender arrived with her drink. He, too, looked about fourteen. “Like to
charge it to your room, ma’am?”
Ma’am?
God, do I look that old?
“Sure, thanks.” She held up the card.
“Do you know what this
is?”
The
bartender gave her a half smirk and a dark look. “Private sex
club.”
“Strip
club?”
“No,
sex club. People meet at the club to have sex. Pretty upscale
place.”
She
tried not to sound shocked. “Ah, I’ve heard of them.” Sort of. “Ever go?”
Heat rushed to her face and her pulse kicked up several beats. Images of a room
filled with a dozen or so people engaged in one giant orgy. Hands of several men touching her intimately at the
same time, what would that be like? What kinds of people go to places like that?
Would she ever have sex with more than one man at the same time?
Never.
She
felt slick and damp between her legs, and surprisingly aroused by the thought of
participating in such an experience. Must be the heat.
“No,
I’ve heard people talk about it. Why, do you want to go?” the bartender
asked.
She
shrugged. Probably not. Was she
being old fashioned? She wanted to keep up with the times, but this was a
bit extreme. “I don’t know. Might be interesting.” She signed the check,
then sipped her drink.
“Interesting?
I could think of a few other words for TropiX.” The
bartender seemed amused.
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Spring break beyond your wildest fantasies? If Justin Watkins can stop watching over his college students like Big Brother, he might convince the prim-and-proper Mariko Maguire to be his sex partner at the invitation-only adult club called TropiX.
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