The Vacation Writer
By Ronnie Coleinger
Ronnie Coleinger Publishing
Copyright 2015 Ronnie Coleinger
Smashwords Edition
Table of Contents
Chapter 1 – Brigitte Sullivan
Chapter 2 – Captain Christian Poul
Chapter 3 – Emily Jones
Chapter 4 – The foiled Virginity of Sally and Richard
Chapter 5 – The Seduction of Karen Cruise
Chapter 6 – Down in the Everglades
About Ronnie Coleinger
Chapter 1 – Brigitte Sullivan
The waiter wrote a message on a napkin and placed it face down under the silverware beside Brigitte’s dinner plate. She saw the writing on the napkin as the handsome man arranged her tableware and then sat a steaming hot bowl of soup in front of her. When the waiter walked away, Brigitte turned the napkin over and read the message. The words made her giggle. She put her fingers over her lips to keep from making a sound as she read. The note was short, but to the point. Brigitte slid the napkin into the large pocket on her khaki shorts, and then removed a door key card from another pocket. She placed the keycard with the number twelve printed on it on the table and covered it with a napkin. Then she returned her attention to the soup in front of her. As she stirred the soup with her spoon to cool it, she squirmed a little on the leather seat of her chair. She smiled a little over the wonderful feeling growing in her female body. A warm feeling was building between her thighs as her arousal began to soak her pink panties. The damp crotch of the panties had worked their way between her labia and was gently pressing against her now throbbing clit. She realized she was more excited over the rendezvous with the waiter than with the twenty-dollar bowl of soup he had just placed in front of her. She giggled over the realization that she might have an orgasm right there in her chair. She looked up at the other patrons sitting near her, wondering if any of them could sense her arousal. As she looked around the restaurant, she locked eyes with the waiter who she intended to fuck as soon as his shift was over. He smiled at her and moved towards her table. He slid his hand under the napkin beside her plate and retrieved the hotel door key card she had placed there. Just then, she felt a wave of pleasure explode between her legs. She managed to smile at the man but was unable to speak to him. He just smiled and moved his attention to another patron who was in need of his services.
***
James had rewritten that section of the vacation code five or six times, trying to get it worded just right. He intended to use that one paragraph to set the stage for the remainder of the vacation memory. James wanted things steamy hot when Brigitte and the waiter met up later that evening. Brigitte paid the Vacation Clinic a lot of money up front to write her vacation. James intended to have the waiter shag Brigitte before sunrise on the second day of her vacation. James also intended to write the love scene with enough heat to blush Brigitte’s lily-white cheeks a crimson red. The woman had included a comment in her dossier stating that her high school teacher had paddled her bottom with a ping-pong paddle and that she had secretly loved the event. She had also confessed that the crotch of her pink panties were quite wet when she returned to her algebra class after the paddling. James envisioned Brigitte pushing the crotch of those pink panties aside while masturbating. James planned to insure that Brigitte got another good paddling. This one would take place in the hotel room on the first night of her pseudo vacation. The waiter was young and James would insure that he pushed Brigitte towards an explosive climax: Maybe many during the course of her vacation adventure.
When James finished running the integrity algorithm on the vacation itinerary he just wrote, the algorithm failed. The computer showed three lines of code that were not accurate. James read the code over three times before he discovered the error. He had landed the clients plane in Hawaii before its departure time in Los Angeles, California. Once he fixed that error, the algorithm failed a second time. James swore at the computer and then searched for the error. He soon discovered that his client had ordered a deer instead of a beer with her evening meal.
Once James completed writing the vacation for his wealthy client, he would send the final draft to the editors. The editors were extremely talented at insuring the itinerary that James wrote would provide the wealthy female client with a memorable, once in a lifetime, experience. It would take a week or more before every detail of the vacation was tested and the clinic would schedule the implantation. Six highly skilled reviewers would spend three days in a large movie theatre located on the third floor of the Vacation Clinic insuring that every detail of Brigitte’s vacation memory was in chronological order and realistic.
***
Brigitte opened the back door of her vacation cabin and stared out across the lake. The gentle breeze caused a tiny ripple on the surface of the crystal clear water. Other than the sound of a loon serenading its mate, there was nothing but silence. As she stood leaning against the door casing, considering if she would take a swim before breakfast, Robert walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She rested her head back on his shoulder and turned so he could kiss her. His lips were warm and she felt the tip of his tongue circle her lips before penetrating her mouth. She moaned when his hand slid under her shirt, found her breast and gently rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger.
Brigitte turned to face Robert and then made a decision. She slowly pulled her white tee shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor. Then she unzipped her blue jeans and worked them down her legs until they lay in a pile at her feet. After kicking them back into the cabin, she slid her panties down to her ankles and flicked them into the cabin with her toes. When Robert reached out to pull her into his arms, she giggled, turned and ran towards the lake. She heard Robert laugh as she ran to the boat dock and dove into the clear blue water. When she surfaced, she saw Robert, completely naked, dive into the water beside her.
As Robert swam up to Brigitte, he snuggled up close to her naked body. They continued to kick their feet to stay afloat, but Robert could feel two hard nipples pressing into his chest. The water was cold: Brigitte’s hard nipples and Robert’s shrunken cock were proof. Robert kissed Brigitte hard on the lips and said, “I need to get out of this cold water. I am starting to shiver.” Brigitte began to swim towards the dock and watched as Robert pulled his well-muscled body up onto the wooden structure and offered his hand. Brigitte grasped the outstretched hand and pulled herself up. When she was standing, Robert pulled her into his arms and then cupped a butt cheek in each hand. Brigitte giggled and said, “If you intend to seduce me this morning. I suggest we get you dry and under the covers of a warm bed. This dangling appendage between your legs will simply not do.” She giggled as she reached down and wrapped her fingers around the limp cold cock hanging between her man’s legs.
When they were inside the cabin, Robert lit a fire in the small woodstove while Brigitte turned down the covers and placed two folded towels on the bed to protect the sheets. She crawled under the covers and waited for Robert to join her. Once he slid under the covers and rolled over on his back, Brigitte straddled his hips and leaned down so she could kiss him. The feeling of her hard nipples resting on Robert’s body felt fabulous. She let her weight press down so her breasts compressed a little. As she wiggled her body around on top of Robert, trying to get her body in just the right position, she felt some life return to the male appendage pressing against her clit. She gently moved her hips so her clit rubbed the entire length of Robert’s growing cock. She felt the heat begin to build deep within her belly. As she began kissing and nuzzling Robert’s neck and shoulders, she spread her legs a little and made room for the rapidly swelling cock to slide between the folds o
f her labia. She could feel the tip of his penis press against her anus when she rolled her hips and that feeling added to the intense pleasure from his shaft rubbing against her clit. She moved her mouth to Robert’s and slid her tongue between his lips. As their tongues mingled, Brigitte’s felt a gentle orgasm spread through her body. She reached down between their bellies and moved the now erect cock so she could slide it into her body. She was very wet, allowing the large penis to slide easily inside her vagina.
***
James sat staring at the computer screen. Even though the editors had approved the love scene, he was not happy with the wording. Something was just not right. The story read as if it he had taken it directly out of some porn movie instead of portraying a romantic love scene. He made a note to visit this section of the vacation again.
Just as James logged out of Brigitte’s vacation memory, his office phone rang. When he answered the call, he realized he was talking to another of his customers. The gentleman was calling from Texas and wanted to check on James progress with his vacation itinerary. The two men got to laughing over what the Texan wanted to add into his vacation. James finally said, “I cannot write that. My editors would laugh me out of the office. They might even have me arrested for child porn.” The Texan laughed a deep belly laugh and said, “James, you got this all wrong. I am not asking you to write some child porn scene, I simply wish to have a beautiful young woman join me on my next vacation: nothing illegal.” James sat quietly for a moment and then said, “I can do that. Send me an email with an outline and I will write the code.”
When James hung up the phone, he sat thinking about what the Texan had asked to include in his vacation. He felt some pressure build in the front of his blue jeans as he thought about the vacation he would write for the Texan. When he reached down and rubbed his expanding erection, he remembered the camera mounted on the ceiling of his office. He moved his hand away from the front of his pants and smiled into the camera. If his boss had been able to listen to the conversation he just had with the Texan, he would have had a swollen cock as well.
***
When Brigitte leaned back in her recliner in her living room, she returned to her newly implanted vacation. The Vacation Writer had done an exquisite job writing the vacation and she was eager to return to where she had left off.
Brigitte found herself on the beach in front of the vacation cabin where she and the waiter she had met a few days earlier, Robert, had rented for two weeks. Brigitte did not care that Robert’s boss had fired him when he asked for a few days off work during the busy summer vacation season. It mattered little that her man no longer had a source of income. She was filthy rich and money was of little concern. She would vacation with this newly discovered lover as long as he wished to stay. She hoped he would hang around for the summer, but a twenty something single man was unlikely to hook up with a forty something woman for any length of time. She hoped her wealth would keep him interested for at least a few months.
Robert lay on the hot sand on a towel and watched Brigitte walking along the edge of the water where the sand was wet and cool. The gentle waves washed up around her feet and she pulled her pant legs up a little higher to keep from getting wet. Robert spoke to her and said, “If you take off those pants, they will not get wet.” Brigitte giggled as she turned towards him and stepped up onto the dry sand. She unbuckled her belt, unsnapped the fastener and slid the zipper down. As she wiggled her hips to allow the pant to slide down, she stared into Robert’s eyes and then said, “I seem to have forgotten my undergarments. I hope you don’t mind me walking around with a bare butt.” Robert smiled and then said, “I see the paddle did not leave any lasting marks. You were quite red last night and I feared I might have left marks on your tender bottom.” Brigitte rubbed her hands over her butt cheeks as she remembered the heat left on her backside from the paddle. She felt her nipples harden under her tee shirt at the thought of the paddling. The wonderful warmth continued to spread to her womanhood. She moved her hand around to her clit to rub it but realized Robert was still watching her. She moved her hand away and returned her attention to the cool water that was gently splashing up around her feet.
Robert wondered why Brigitte was so shy. After last night, she certainly had no reason to feel uncomfortable touching herself in front of him. He had touched every inch of her beautiful body and she had touched and kissed every inch of his male body. Robert remembered how she clenched her fists as her climax overtook her and the musky smell from her body as he continued to move his tongue ever so gently around the hood of her clit.
As Brigitte walked along the water’s edge, she remembered the taste of Robert’s male body when she failed to heed his warning. She had spit out most of the fluid, but she had swallowed a little. She did not like the taste, but was certain she would perform the act many more times. The bad taste in her mouth was well worth the pleasure of watching her man as he came. She remembered the taste of man cum and ran her tongue around her lips. The memory forced a chill to run down her spine. As she walked along the shore, she decided to test her newfound ability to pleasure a man. She decided to invite him to join her in the shower to scrub his body clean before performing this most seductive act upon him. This time, she promised herself, not a single drop would spill.
***
James heard a knock on his office door. He acknowledged the visitor and watched as the door slowly opened. A short blond haired woman stepped inside, followed by his boss, Sally. James stood up to greet the two women as Sally introduced the newest member of the writing team. The beautiful blond went by the name of Jill and she had a smile that lit up the room. James shook her hand, welcomed her and invited her to join the other members of the staff at his house for a barbeque that evening. Jill quickly accepted his offer. When James realized the time, he said, “I guess I should be on my way home. I have a lot of food to cook and I have not even started making the salad or the desert.” It was then that Jill spoke up and asked if he could use a helping hand preparing the meal. James thought a moment about her offer, looked down at her hand for a ring, then back up into her eyes as he said, “I would like your company. You can ride with me and I will bring you back to your car after the party.” Jill giggled and said, “How about if I drop my car off at my apartment and you pick me up there. I only live three blocks from here.” It was then than James realized he had just picked up a date for the evening, or had Jill picked him up. He was not certain, but it mattered little. She was single, beautiful and obviously was capable of cooking for a dinner party. James needed to know nothing more; he was definitely in lust love.
When Jill walked up to James car, he opened the passenger door for her. She turned to face him and said, “How is it that a writer for the Vacation Clinic can afford a 2014 Ferrari? There are only two seats. Where will our two children ride?” James almost choked over Jill’s words, but then remembered that the woman was a writer, a vacation writer to be exact. She obviously had a very vivid imagination. James decided to humor her and said, “I will trade in the Ferrari for a minivan once I am certain you are pregnant. We can work on the pregnancy later tonight if you are up to the task.” It was Jill’s turn to be stunned speechless.
When James and Jill walked into James apartment, she was amazed. The place was spotless and well decorated. The apartment was bright and airy and a large sliding door led from the kitchen out into a spacious backyard. James gave Jill a tour of the apartment and then walked with her out into the kitchen. He handed her a large blue apron to protect her clothing and began explaining the meal he had planned. Jill asked how many guests were coming and James explained that there would be nine all together, all employees of the Vacation Clinic. Within thirty minutes, the grill was heating, the Shish Kebabs were prepared and they had finished preparing the salad. James had put the thick cut T-bone steaks in a marinade sauce yesterday and they were ready to put on the grill the moment the guests had all arrived.
James offered Jill a beer and so
me cheese and crackers to fill the hollow spot in their stomachs before their guests arrived. James had planned to eat outdoors on the patio but a recent hatch of flying insects changed his dining preference. Instead, Jill helped him set the large dining table with a white tablecloth and placed a bowl of washed fresh fruit in the center. When the table was ready, Jill giggled and said, “I am uncertain as to how a male knows how to decorate an apartment set a beautiful dinner table and cook like a chef. I hope you don’t surprise me with a wife hiding in the background.” James laughed and said, “My sister helped me find this apartment and decorate it. A mother who insisted that men learn household duties and the women learn how to run a farm raised my sister and me. Sis and I worked hand in hand to keep the farm running after father died and mother became too feeble to manage on her own. We work well together. My abilities stem from loving parents and an incredible sister.”
When the dinner guests had all arrived, it was party time. James did little additional work to prepare the meal. His guests jumped right in and took over. Since the food was prepared and the steaks were ready to put on the grill, the meal was soon cooked and on the table. James poured a small glass of red wine for each of his guests and then made a toast to their continued success at the Vacation Clinic.
Jill was used to parties where everyone talked at once and no one really heard what they wanted to hear. She was surprised to find that only one guest talked at a time, mostly, and they all had time to share a story or comment on something great that happened recently in their lives. The atmosphere was incredible around the dinner table. Jill wondered to herself if the management of the Vacation Clinic expected their employees to behave in such a respectful manner or if they simply found this manner of conversation more pleasing. Whatever the reason, Jill had a wonderful time visiting with people she worked with but had hardly known.
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