Solid Stone: Odyssey

by E. G. Patrick

  “Stop or you’ll make me blush.” I know he’s kidding. “I don’t see myself that way. I exercise to keep my body strong and healthy so I can take full advantage of you.”

  How did he just make me blush? “Oh, it’s not just your body, darling. I love your face, mind, and body, as well as what you do to me. It’s all of you that I love.” I continue, feeling the need to let him know how I feel. “You know, just the way you look at me makes me melt. You have a very powerful effect over me, Adam, and not just in erotic ways.” I can’t believe how lucky I feel. I squeeze his hand as the emotions running through me are so deep and sincere.

  “Babe, I wouldn’t want to be here with anyone else. And, well, the sex with you is absolutely amazing!”

  The waiter appears and Adam orders a bottle of champagne. My mouth waters at the thought of it, and him. I like this life.

  “What are you going to have?” he asks me.

  “I think I’ll try the special, red snapper. And you?”

  “Me too. The fish here is excellent. Would you like to try some oysters?”

  “I’ve never had those before. They’re served raw, aren’t they?”

  “Yes, and they’re also believed to be an aphrodisiac.”

  “I don’t think either of us needs that, but I’ll try one if it makes you happy. Go on then, order some.”

  “Good. I want you to try new things.” His grin widens, as does mine. The stuck to my chair thought comes to mind immediately.

  The waiter returns with a bottle of champagne and presents it to Adam, who nods his approval. He carefully pours two glasses before placing the bottle in an ice bucket to the side of the table. Adam places our order. The sound of the ocean and the warm breeze is just perfect for a romantic evening. Adam raises his glass and I raise mine. “Here’s to a wonderful holiday.” We clink glasses.

  The waiter returns with Adam’s oysters. I watch him eat one; it slides out of the shell into his mouth. I watch him squeeze extra lemon juice on an oyster for me. I’m a little hesitant at first, but Adam is very convincing, “Come, Babe. Have I ever steered you wrong?” I shake my head no and take it from him.

  “It’s better than I thought. I like it,” I say with surprise. He smiles as I reach for another one. After dinner, we take a walk along the beach on a pathway that’s lit up with torches. We stroll hand-in-hand, just enjoying being together. After a while, we head back to the car, where Winston waits for us.

  Later, back in our room, Adam pulls me into him and kisses me before we decide to sit outside to listen to the ocean and sip some wine. The atmosphere is soothing and I love how he kisses me. I wake when I feel myself in Adam’s arms. I must have fallen asleep. He gently lays me down on the bed. I look up at him as he undresses me. My body moves at his will as he rolls me over to lift my dress over my head. He smiles down at me and kisses me gently on the lips as he pulls the covers over me. It was a perfect day and it takes seconds to fall back into a deep sleep.

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  When I wake the next morning, my eyes find a stream of sunlight cascading across the floor from a small opening in the curtains. Adam’s not in bed beside me, he’s left for his golf game. I quickly get showered and dressed. When I step into the dining area, I see a continental breakfast has been laid for me. That must be Andre. How thoughtful. I have some coffee, fruit, and a croissant before making my way to the spa.

  The spa smells glorious, a combination of bergamot and scented candles. There’s a fountain adding ambience to the waiting room. It’s very elegant. I’m quickly offered cucumber-infused water as I sit down on one of the many comfortable chairs to decide what services I want. A woman named Rita introduces herself as the esthetician who’ll be giving me a 90-minute facial. She has a beautiful smile and smooth, glowing dark skin. I smile back at her as we shake hands in introduction. I’ve also decided on a 1-hour massage, followed by a manicure and pedicure.

  My facial is amazing. Rita uses an array of nice smelling products and leaves me alone with a face mask for about 20 minutes. I relax, enjoying the soothing spa music and nod off every now and then. When Rita returns, she asks me if I want any waxing done as my massage therapist is running late. She says, “It’s at no charge Miss Cole.”

  I think, Why not? I’ll be wearing a bikini! A bikini and leg wax is a welcome relief from shaving each day.

  “Yes, please. I’d like a bikini and leg wax,” I say to Rita as she massages a moisturizer into my face and neck.

  “Have you ever tried a Brazilian wax?” she asks.

  “No, what’s that?” She tells me it’s a complete wax of down there, quite common in the hot weather and with her younger clientele. At first I hesitate but then I say to myself: Oh, Violet, live a little. It’s different and it will grow back! Impulsively, I agree to it. Another new experience! I hope Adam likes it. It does sound kind of kinky sexy, no hair down there. Before I have a chance to change my mind, I cry out when she pulls the first wax strip up. She is very particular with the task at hand.

  She spreads my legs, making sure there’s no hair left down there and then asks, “Please roll over.” Roll over, what for? She’s pretty much seen all of me now, so I roll over and, when I do, she spreads my cheeks and waxes there too. I’ll truly be hairless under my bikini now. She finishes with some cream applied with a cotton pad. When I’m finished, I look down and see myself naked in an entirely different way. It’s very natural looking, not one stitch of hair anywhere. I marvel that there are women who do this regularly. She quickly waxes my legs, which is completely painless after what she just did.

  Soon I’m taken to another room and asked to disrobe and lie face down for my massage. A woman named Rachel comes into the room and apologizes for being late. I say, “It’s fine. I had some other treatments done, so this worked out perfectly after all.” I don’t want her tense when she’s massaging me. Her pressure is excellent. She works the tension out of my shoulders, neck, lower back, and even my buttocks and hips. It’s wonderful. My bum seems to be getting a lot of attention this morning. When I roll over, she finishes with my neck, shoulders, and arms. I feel like jelly when I get up to get dressed so I can have my nails done. Rita greets me again, she’s going to do my manicure and pedicure. She massages my hands and feet. I feel so relaxed. When I get to the front desk to pay, the lady says it’s to be charged to my room, including the tip.

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  It’s just before noon when I get to the room and Adam isn’t back yet. I stand naked in front of the mirror to get a better look at being hairless as I change into my bikini. It feels different too. I grab my bikini wrap before I walk into the living area to pick up my sun glasses, sunscreen, and one of the towels sitting in a basket at the patio door. I write a note for Adam saying I’m just outside on the beach and leave it on the dining room table. It’s a beautiful day and the sun feels warm and inviting as I step into it. I walk from our patio onto the sandy semi-private beach. There are a few people tanning and in the water. An attendant approaches bringing me a lounge chair and an umbrella and I thank him. I want to tan a little bit, so I ask him to leave the umbrella down. I put on suntan lotion and lean back in the chair and undo my bikini straps to avoid tan lines. After about 10 minutes my solitude is disturbed by a young man, probably my age.

  “Hi, my name’s Scott. I’m from New York.”

  I smile up at him thinking I really prefer to be left alone. I don’t want to be rude so I say, “Hi, I’m Violet from Toronto.” Just as I am about to say, “I’m here with my boyfriend,” I can feel a tall, looming shadow blocking out the sun. I look up and see Adam with only his pants on and no shirt. He must’ve been changing before running out to me. His jaw is clenched, which I know isn’t good. I immediately sit up and my bikini top falls down exposing my breasts for Scott and Adam to see. Adam gasps which I’ve never seen before and in seconds pulls me up from my chair and into his chest, hiding my breasts from Sco
tt. I can feel my face is crimson red, and not from the sun. I turn my head and see Scott is flabbergasted. Before Adam or I can say a word, Scott says goodbye and quickly walks away. I gather the look on Adam’s face said it all. And then he lets me have it.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” As I’m about to protest, he abruptly ties my bikini back up, jolting my body as he does it. I turn away from him, feeling embarrassed and not just from my wardrobe malfunction, but from his behavior too. I don’t really care what Scott thinks, but Adam’s reaction I do care about. I really don’t want to argue, so I move to lie back down and, just before my bum hits the chair, Adam sweeps me up in his arms and is carrying me back to the suite. “Adam, put me down,” I say firmly to him. He ignores me and in seconds I feel the cool air conditioning inside the room as he puts me down in the living room and just stares at me. I stare right back at him.

  “What’s the big deal?”

  “Why couldn’t you just wait for me so we could go to the beach together?”

  “I didn’t know how long you’d be. I left you a note.”

  “Great, now the whole world has seen your breasts.” He’s changing his tactic, trying to bring the focus back to me. Nice try, I think.

  “Seriously? It was only you and that guy who, by the way, I would’ve gotten rid of if you had only waited 2 minutes. It was the shock of seeing you and your brooding face that made me sit-up anyway!” He just glares at me. I find him very sexy with no shirt. Before he can say another word, I step forward and begin kissing him passionately while running my hands over his sexy muscular chest and down his arms. I can feel his erection immediately. He likes this and sweeps me up in his arms again and takes me over to the sofa. He closes the drapes and is on top of me in seconds, kissing me and undoing the bikini string he had just tied up. I slide his pants and boxers down his legs and feel his hard cock bounce out and hit my stomach. My bikini bottoms are off in seconds. The surprise, then the huge grin, on Adam’s face when he sees my bald pussy is photo-worthy. He’s no longer concerned about my breasts being revealed and instead is very interested in the revealing of another part of my anatomy he enjoys.

  “Oh, I like this,” he says. “I need to take a closer look right now.” Before I know it, Adam has me seated upright on the sofa, slides me down and pulls my legs over his shoulders. He touches my vagina and then starts kissing it. He seems to like this very natural look. Within seconds he buries his face into me.

  “Ahhh,” I cry out as his tongue runs up the length of me from back to front and then front to back. My frustration has turned into good old-fashioned desire. I grab his head, as my groin is instantly on fire and wants more of Adam’s tantalizing tongue. I pull his head into me, sending soaring flames shooting through me rapidly now. Oh, this won’t last long. Having no hair means his tongue reaches everything, all of it and he seems to be enjoying every lick. His tongue finds my clitoris and flicks around, under it and over it like a whip of delight! The pulsations grow faster and then I give in. “Ahhh,” I moan loudly, and try to squeeze my legs together. He uses his hands to keep my legs parted and continues licking, making my orgasm even more intense.

  When I relax, I hope no one outside heard me. Adam’s head pops up, my inner thighs framing his gorgeous and now-glistening face. He grins, satisfied that I’ve exploded. He looks quite sexy with me all over his face. A hot surge at the sight makes my toes curl. Within seconds, he pushes me down on the sofa and is on top me and then inside of me. He pins my hands above my head while he uses the weight of his body to pin the rest of me down. Under gritted teeth he says, “You’re mine, Violet, all mine, and I’m yours.” He’s possessive of me and right now that’s unbelievably hot.

  I look up at him, feeling electric shocks every time he pushes his cock inside of me. “Yes, I’m yours, Adam. Always, I promise and yes, you’re mine.” He likes that and begins to move in me faster breathing heavier as he does. His hips hit mine and when I can’t take any more, I explode again. “Ohhh.” Adam continues driving his cock in me and then pushes in deeper. I can feel his liquid bursting from his throbbing cock and then he lies still, catching his breath. When he gets up, he looks down at me and is smiling now. He helps me to my feet and leads me into the shower with him. He washes my body and I wash his. When we’re finished, he puts on a black fitted surfer-style bathing suit. Grinning to myself, I think, He’s so hot, and he’s mine.

  I put my bikini back on and this time we both go down to the beach. My chair, sunscreen, and umbrella are still there. An attendant quickly brings another lounging chair for Adam. We order some fruit and mimosas. I slather suntan lotion over Adam’s muscular body, feeling horny again as I do. He does the same for me, making me even hornier as his hands move over my body and linger over the exposed tops of my breasts. We both sit in our chairs, eating fruit and sipping our drinks while watching the ocean. Adam looks like a model, even more so in his sunglasses. I notice a few more women around than before, which makes me smile to myself. If only Adam would react the same way to my occasional admirer. Maybe one day. The sound of the ocean is so perfect. I could listen to it all day long.

  Chapter 9

  It’s Friday morning. Two more days left in paradise. I roll over in bed and sure enough his eyes lock onto mine. “How long have you been awake?” I ask.

  “Not long, I was just running through our day today. “

  “Really, and what do you have planned for us, then?”

  “You’ll see. We need to leave here by 10.”

  I look over at the clock and it’s 8. “You’ve piqued my interest, Mr. Stone.” I touch his cheek and then say, “We should have breakfast now.”

  “Yeah, sure. What do you want?”

  “Can I see the menu?”

  “There’s no menu. We order what we want and Andre brings it.”

  “Oh, I didn’t realize that. Is French toast an option?”

  He smiles. “Yes, it is. They do French toast with plantain on the side. It’s good. Do you want to try that?”

  “Sure, I’ve never had plantain before.”

  “You like bananas, so you’ll like plantain too. Trust me.”

  “Okay, go ahead and order it then.” He pinches my bum and pushes me on my back so he can lie on top of me. I’m lost in his kiss and love the feel of his body over mine.

  “I love you, Adam.” He looks down at me and I see affection in his eyes, but he doesn’t return the gesture. Why can’t he just say it? I remember his words: “Patience Violet, all in good time.” I must have patience with someone like him. He’s unpredictable, too smart for his own good, and mostly set in his ways. Yet I still love him with all my heart.

  Adam gets up and goes into the dining room. I hear him on the phone with Andre, ordering our breakfast. When I come out, I find Adam on his Blackberry, sitting on the patio.

  He says, “I thought we’d eat out here. It should be here any minute.” Sure enough, Andre presses the doorbell to our suite. Adam presses a button, which turns green so Andre knows he can come in without interrupting us. That’s probably a good thing, given what we get up to.

  Andre appears with a trolley and a bright smile. He greets us, “Good morning. It’s another beautiful day.” Adam nods as Andre lays out our breakfast on the patio table with a pot of coffee, a crystal pitcher with freshly squeezed orange juice, and French toast covered in freshly shaved coconut and slices of plantain. It looks delicious. He pours our coffee and two glasses of orange juice before he excuses himself. We thank Andre before he leaves.

  “Mmm, this is delicious!”

  “I told you. Do you like the plantain?”

  “Yes, I do.” I’m full when we’ve finished eating. I stand up and ask, “What should I wear today?”

  “A sundress with your bathing suit under it and bring a change of clothes just in case.” I pack my beach bag with a pair of shorts and a T-shirt for each of us, along with
sunscreen and two hats. Adam is dressed in a white linen shirt, navy shorts, and boat shoes. I smile, enjoying the view. I’m wearing a pink cotton sundress with a white bikini under it. Winston is waiting for us in the lobby and takes my beach bag from me as we approach him. It’s not long before we pull into a marina. Wow, the boats here are stunning. Adam takes my hand and walks us down to one of the docks to a beautiful sailboat called Destiny’s Master. He laughs when he sees the expression on my face, “I didn’t name the boat. It was a gift from my parents when I graduated and it came with that name.”

  “Sure, Mister E,” I whisper in his ear and we both laugh. The boat is pristine. It has a nice cabin below with leather bench seating, a table, a kitchenette, a bedroom, a bathroom, and beautiful woodwork.

  “This is really nice.” I smile up at Adam.

  “I am glad you like it. I thought we’d have lunch out there.” He points to the expansive open ocean ahead of us. I feel so excited and privileged to be here with him on his sailboat. I know this means something to him.

  The way Adam expertly maneuvers the boat is remarkable to watch. It’s obvious to me now why he was the captain of his sailing team and competing. His skill and ease of movement is graceful and powerful. I find myself admiring his stance. He looks so majestic with his tall stature. His arm and leg muscles flex as he steers the vessel in the direction he wants it to go.

  The feeling of the boat as it rides the waves is astounding. I hold onto the side as I walk up towards him, having been seated at the back. His smile brightens my universe when he looks in my direction.

  He calls out, “Watch the sail, Babe.” I reposition myself more safely so I can still watch him and the open ocean in front of us. It really is exhilarating. The weather is perfect and the wind is in our favor as we sail with ease through the water. Yes, he was made for this and he effortlessly steers us ahead. Watching the enjoyment on his face makes me smile and then it disappears when I think of his uncle, who introduced him to sailing. I wonder if Adam’s thinking about him too.