One half-billion years ago an impactor ten kilometers across crashed into the planet Vicksberg, heating its seas and killing off ninety-two percent of the planet's aquatic bio-mass. As far as life on land, nothing above the micro-organism level survived but for a few hundred breed of insects and primitive vegetation. As a result, Vicksburg enjoys a tropical climate with no life deadly or even much bothersome to humans. It was only a matter of time before an enterprising entrepenuer turned the world into a resort.
Alex was blissfully relaxed as he lay on the towel which covered the hot sand of the beach. The heat of the planet's sun baked into him, turning his rich brown skin a even deeper tone of mahogany. With his eyes closed he could hear the waves sizzling onto the sand at the tideline, a few meters away. He could also hear voices of other people as they talked and laughed and played on the beach. The sound of music drifted down from the band up the beach at the hotel's bandstand.
He felt good. As a matter of fact, he felt great, the best he'd felt in a couple of years. He took a deep breath, smelling the salty air, and exhaled with a contented sigh.
An insect landed on Alex's naked and oiled belly. Without opening his eyes he swatted it. A few seconds later he felt another tickle near his navel and he swatted at it again. This time, however, he heard a giggle. He opened his eyes and the world was rose-colored through his sunglasses. Olga sat beside him and laughed down into his face. Her body tanned and equally as oiled as his own, glistening in the noonday sun. She'd been tickling him with one of her coral-pink painted fingernails.
"Very funny," Alex said. He reached up and gently pinched one of the rosy nipples which dangled above him.
"Hey!" She squeaked, then giggled again. "Are you planning on laying here all afternoon? You do know that there's a whole ocean not five meters away. You have heard of swimming, haven't you?" She flopped down beside him and playfully jabbed a finger into his navel.
He swatted at her hand again and missed as she pulled it back. "I came here to rest, not excercise."
"Oh? Well if you stay there much longer you're gonna get sunburned on your wiener."
"My wiener? How old are you?" Alex looked down at himself and shrugged. "Everything looks okay to me. You'd do better worrying about your own acroutrement. After all, there's so much more surface area to burn on those babies." He said, pointing at her heavy breasts.
"Boy, you sure know how to turn a girl's head." She laughed again, plainly happy to be on holiday and with no trouble in mind. "Just don't blame me if it does burn and all the girls start to avoid you."
Alex smiled fondly at Olga. His relationship with her had turned into the damnedest one with which he'd ever been involved. The debaucle of their Peacekeeper special service field-training had bonded them in a strange way. One moment they were sexually teasing one another and the next they were behaving like brother and sister. He didn't really mind the sexual tension, but he'd never had a sister and Alex found he enjoyed that sort of intimacy more with Olga.
With the flat of his hand he touched her well-tanned plump thigh, the skin hot from the Vicksberg sun. "Are you having fun?"
"Yeah," she smiled and kissed him on the forehead. "So, are you gonna come swim with me or what?"
"Olga, honey, you don't listen worth a damn. My plan is to stay right here and do nothing. Even if my wiener does burn off."
"You let it burn off and I'll stop hanging around you. It's your best feature."
He squeezed her thigh and laughed. "It's good to know where I stand."
"I'm going back in the water. Bye."
She gently pulled one of his sparse chest hairs before jumping up and running away with a laugh. Alex got up on an elbow and watched her go, kicking up flares of sand with her feet, the tan globes of her butt bouncing as she waded into the blue sea. He lay back and put his hands behind his head, then closed his eyes again.
Along with four other Peacekeeper special-ops course graduates, Alex and Olga had decided to spend their two-week leave together before they reported to their respective assigments and went their saperate ways. The planet Vicksberg was famous for its tropical warm seas and clear skies, where eight days out of ten were sunny days. Alex, no stranger to luxury, thought the place bordered on decadent. Even for a delux resort its facilities were superior. He felt the famous resort hotels of his homeworld Mars could take a lesson.
And the best thing, Alex thought, was that the they'd been at Vicksburg for only two days. Twelve more to go.
The sun grew hot on his chest and Alex rolled on the beach towel until he was on his stomach. Finding a comfortable spot, he sighed, contented. He'd drowsed well toward sleep when a voice pulled him back to wakefulness.
"You're going to need more oil on your back. Your towel must've soaked it off."
Alex turned his head, opened his eyes, and saw Yvone Rashad for the first time. With her standing over him he stared straight up at her ponderous breasts.
Ye gods, those can't be factory-issue, was his somewhat unchivalrous thought.
After a moment he took in the rest of the woman. She was about average height, light brown hair, pretty long-lashed black eyes. An attractively exotic hooked nose was positioned above lips which were slightly puffed. Her body was atheletic, Alex could see the double row of abdominal muscles beneath the tanned skin of her belly. She wore flip-flop sandles on her feet and aquamarine varnish on her toes.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi, yourself," she cheerfully returned. "I'm Yvone. Yvone Rashad. You're Alex, right? I noticed you the other night in the Magician Room over at the Starfall. Olga and I chatted for awhile but I but didn't get a chance to introduce myself to you." As with Alex and Olga, she too was on holiday, recuperating from her latest age reversion treatments.
"I'm sorry you didn't. Oh, I'm being rude," he scooted over on his towel. "Please, sit down."
"Oh, I don't want to intrude."
"Making room for a beautiful woman is not considered an intrusion where I come from." Inwardly, he cringed some, the statement sounding like a clumsy pick-up line.
However, Yvone's smile broadened briefly at the compliment. "Okay, I'll tell you what, I'll sit down only if I can oil your back for you."
"Great," Alex said, with a casualness he didn't feel. "That would be very nice of you."
Yvone sat down on the towel and kicked off her flip-flops. She picked up the squeeze bottle of oil and squirted some of the pale amber liquid into her palm. He felt her cool fingers touch the warm oil to the hot skin of his back. Alex felt his cock stirring and was glad that he was lying belly down.
"You have a very long back," she said, as her fingers began to knead his skin.
Alex had to clear his throat before he spoke. "Yeah. It's where most of my height comes from."
"Well-developed muscles too," she opined as he strong fingers continued to work in the oil. "But I suppose special-operation training would get you into pretty good shape."
"Guess so."
He closed his eyes again. With her hands on him, traveling up and down the long muscles of his back, and the sound of her low-pitched sultry voice, Alex felt his growing erection jerking stiff, trapped between his belly and the towel.
