Cabana Boys of The Caribbean
Aug. 26th, 2003 12:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scottishlassThis is for 
spacellama.
She laid back with a sigh, enjoying the slight breeze coming from the sea as well as the soft rays of the sun that fell through the lush greenery of the nearby palm trees. Nothing, she thought, could destroy the contentment she was feeling. She was on the shore of teh Caribbean Seas, had a freshly prepared daicquiri in her hand and a long weekend before her, with nothing more to do than soaking up the sun and being pampered by cabana boys.
Alas, she frowned slightly and tried not to recall a picture of the cabana boys she had encountered already. Middle-aged and far too grumpy for her taste, she had to admit that a particular little fantasy of her would not come true. A hot, dark-haired cabana boy coming up to her and offering Sex On The Beach.
She sighed and tried not to dwell on the middle aged cabana boys too much. She was here, she had the sun, and nothing could make her feel unhappy for the time being. Yet, the cabana boys ... it really nagged her. Of all the places at the Mexican Coast she had to pick a hotel where there were no hot-eyed cabana boys around, preferably only wearing a little excuse of a loincloth around bronzened trim male waists.
Adjusting her sinuous perch on the wicker lounger beneath the coconut tree, she sighed again... a soft, little, almost a whispery breath leaving her shapely lips. She heard foot steps in the sand, soft thuds really and with a frown she prepared herself to hear another nasal voice like the last cabana boy who had served her daicquiri.
"Ah senorita, can I get you another daicquiri?" A super-sexy voice inquired while a shadow fell across her sun soaked skin. Blinking and trying not to gawk too badly, she stared up into the face of the sun god. Dark olive skin stretched tightly over taut msucles, male nipples perking proudly on a smooth, smooth chest that tapered down into narrow hips. Almost drooling she tried to sit upright only to be helped by hands that were both strong and gentle. Sinews evident underneath more of that olive skin.
"Huh?" she made at last, chiding herself silently.
"Senorita, can I get you another Daicquiri? Or Sex On The Beach?" The cabana boy inquired with a cheeky grin, his brown chocolate eyes roaming over the luscious body that was clad in little more than three sinfully small triangles that were also called bikini.
"I ... Sex On The Beach?" the squeal was evident in her voice, as well as the catch of arousal.
Brown eyes smiled down at her. "But of course, Senorita," the sun god said and by taking her hand, led her into the sunset ...
Yes I know it is PG .. not the normal fare I write but I just wanted to givespacellama food for thought :)
Glad you are back, Viv :)
spacellama.She laid back with a sigh, enjoying the slight breeze coming from the sea as well as the soft rays of the sun that fell through the lush greenery of the nearby palm trees. Nothing, she thought, could destroy the contentment she was feeling. She was on the shore of teh Caribbean Seas, had a freshly prepared daicquiri in her hand and a long weekend before her, with nothing more to do than soaking up the sun and being pampered by cabana boys.
Alas, she frowned slightly and tried not to recall a picture of the cabana boys she had encountered already. Middle-aged and far too grumpy for her taste, she had to admit that a particular little fantasy of her would not come true. A hot, dark-haired cabana boy coming up to her and offering Sex On The Beach.
She sighed and tried not to dwell on the middle aged cabana boys too much. She was here, she had the sun, and nothing could make her feel unhappy for the time being. Yet, the cabana boys ... it really nagged her. Of all the places at the Mexican Coast she had to pick a hotel where there were no hot-eyed cabana boys around, preferably only wearing a little excuse of a loincloth around bronzened trim male waists.
Adjusting her sinuous perch on the wicker lounger beneath the coconut tree, she sighed again... a soft, little, almost a whispery breath leaving her shapely lips. She heard foot steps in the sand, soft thuds really and with a frown she prepared herself to hear another nasal voice like the last cabana boy who had served her daicquiri.
"Ah senorita, can I get you another daicquiri?" A super-sexy voice inquired while a shadow fell across her sun soaked skin. Blinking and trying not to gawk too badly, she stared up into the face of the sun god. Dark olive skin stretched tightly over taut msucles, male nipples perking proudly on a smooth, smooth chest that tapered down into narrow hips. Almost drooling she tried to sit upright only to be helped by hands that were both strong and gentle. Sinews evident underneath more of that olive skin.
"Huh?" she made at last, chiding herself silently.
"Senorita, can I get you another Daicquiri? Or Sex On The Beach?" The cabana boy inquired with a cheeky grin, his brown chocolate eyes roaming over the luscious body that was clad in little more than three sinfully small triangles that were also called bikini.
"I ... Sex On The Beach?" the squeal was evident in her voice, as well as the catch of arousal.
Brown eyes smiled down at her. "But of course, Senorita," the sun god said and by taking her hand, led her into the sunset ...
Yes I know it is PG .. not the normal fare I write but I just wanted to give
spacellama food for thought :) Glad you are back, Viv :)
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Date: 2003-08-26 05:23 am (UTC)I agree with Lady. I was just starting to feel that relaxation then...
POW!
The description of the chest (and everything following) did me in. *drools*
Have I mentioned lately how much I ADORE your writing? :)