****Author's note: This is a work of fiction, all characters are 18 years or older. All persons mentioned are fictional with the exception of Charles and Leanne, they totally are real!
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Spring 2017
Barclay Islands
Madison:
The sun slowly rose, and blanketed the resort with its sunlight and heat. The tropical birds began their twittering, among the branches of the trees that dotted the landscape.
A tiny amount of this sunlight entered Madison's room, slowly moving from one end to the other. When it finally crossed her eyes she first stirred, then awoke.
She felt discomfort all over her body. She lay on her back partially dressed, with her snoring boyfriend next to her. The smell of weed, alcohol, and sweat permeated throughout the room. There was also the faint odour coconut oil. It was from the man she had made out with the night before, her boyfriend passed it off as either a new shampoo, or hand lotion.
Madison was extremely tired, and a quick glance at the watch on her wrist confirmed that it was much to early for her to be awake. Her mini-dress was bunched about her mid-section, and she still wore her bra and thong.
Her thong felt very uncomfortable, the juices from several orgasms, and the dried sperm from Cory, had left it stiff and raw where it dug into her inner thigh.
She arose from the bed and quickly shed her garments, used the bathroom and returned to bed. She stashed the watch James gave her in with the rest of her dirty clothes.
"I'll deal with this later." She whispered to herself closing the dirty laundry bag.
Madison was still exhausted and sleep was calling to her. She gave a quick poke to ribs to Cory, he however rolled onto his side. His snores sub-sided for the time being, giving her time to drift off to sleep.
James:
"Hey Sarg, did I mention that my grand-uncle was in Vietnam?" Said a short blonde haired man, as they approached the house.
"Shut the fuck up!" Replied James. "We're trying to find someone, not jibber-jabber."
There were four men in totally, all dressed in helmets and tactical vests. They had entered the house looking for a suspect that had to be taken into custody.
"Sure Sarg," the little man said, as he continued speaking, his rifle at the ready, "yeah, he went down to Bangor, Maine, then signed up with the US Marines."
The four men went from the kitchen, down a hallway. The smaller man's voice the only sound made.
"So he tells me that he banged plenty of women in the Nam, hundreds he says! Well my question Sarg, is why aren't we getting some of that. All I've seen is women in blue blankets who scurry away when they see us."
"Look, you need to focus on your work right now." James stated staring into the smaller man's eyes. "Besides, a small fellow like you, there are plenty of Afghan men who like men your height."
All four men shared a chuckle, they had entered what looked like a garage, or workshop. Each man had gone in a different direction, spreading out, looking for the suspect.
"Hey Sarg..." The small man said, as he froze in his steps. "Why is there a German potato masher here?"
"Everyone freeze!" James commanded, as he held up his hand, with the fist clenched. "Do a quick check for traps around yourself, once done, take the same path out that you took in. If I say run, leave as fast as you can."
All four men searched their immediate surroundings, then slowly made their way out of the room.
Click
"Sarg..." A scared voice called out.
The sound was unmistakable, something had been tripped, and the clock was running out quickly.
"RUN!" James yelled, sprinting for the door.
James opened his eyes, blinked several times, and tried not to move. He scanned his surroundings and tried to evaluate his situation. He lay on his side, the morning sun in his eyes.
'Shit!' He thought to himself, as he became slowly aware of his environment.
He was lying on a bed, one arm under a pillow, the other draped over a woman's body, his fingers gently wrapped around her breast.
"Eleonore?" He thought as he caressed her breast, noticing her inverted nipple as he pinched it.
"German tourist here with her husband." He wondered, as he realized that he was still hard and inside her.
"Someone must have slipped me something." He thought. "My soldier is rarely at attention like this!"
"Ja, Ja." She cooed in front of him as she pushed her ass into him, re-coating his manhood with her juices.
Finally aware of the situation he looked over to the chair in the room where her husband sat. He remembered now that he had stripped the older man down, before tying him to the chair. He was fast asleep and sprouting an erection as well.
'The old bastard slipped me something!' James thought to himself as he tried to withdraw himself from Eleonore.
"Bitte nichet gehen." Eleonore said. James had pulled out and was looking for his clothes.
"Es tut mir leid, frau." He replied.
James needed to leave, he wanted to go for a run, there was a church he really liked, and didn't want to miss the morning mass. He wasn't a holy man, he did after all just have sex with a woman while her husband watched and masturbated. But he enjoyed the run there and back, plus the air conditioning was very nice.
He looked down at Eleonore, she was a brunette in her mid-fifties, a little on the heavy side, and very orange. James hadn't noticed before that she lacked any tan-lines, but indeed she had none. It appeared as if she had gotten a very dark spray on tan, perhaps before her trip.
He remarked to himself that she looked almost darker then him, and then his eyes moved to the curves of her breasts. He had never seen inverted nipples before, they were magical and impressive. He remembered pinching, kissing, and tugging on them throughout the night. She had loved every moment of it.
She had closed her eyes and was breathing softly, as she drifted back to sleep, James pulled his trousers up, and over his aching erection. He looked again at her husband.
'Kurt?' He guessed to himself.
The man tied in the chair was grey-haired, and could have been in his seventies.
'I must have been drunk, really drunk!' James thought as he was left the room. 'Good thing they are leaving today.'