My Tropical Weekend
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This deeply erotic tale of a weekend getaway puts you front and center in the action. Push past your inhibitions and follow your desires to sunny places filled with dark excitement and steamy sex. No delicate sensibilities allowed! This story is about domination, pushing boundaries, and giving in completely.
Barbara Powell
I grew up all over the place. My father followed mining and construction. Many of the places where we lived no longer exist, at least as physical structures. Sulphur and Trego are names on a map. Only a few boards and rusted cans mark where the towns once stood. The tapestry of relationships these towns once held are gone. All that remains are memories and stories. I live in Winnemucca Nevada in a house my grandfather built surrounded by trees and shrubs. Wild birds and critters are welcome, as well as a changing number of rescue dogs. I love visiting and listening to people, always have. A favorite occupation in small town Nevada! Now I'm using the most compelling of these stories in my novels. Not all of them are set in Nevada, but all of them are based on generations of stories told and retold. You can read some of these stories, in short form, at nevadadsdesertlegends.com
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My Tropical Weekend - Barbara Powell
My Tropical Weekend
By Barbara Powell
Copyright 2013 Barbara Powell
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Chapter One
The beach stretched out in a golden blanket before me. The blue water lapped languidly against the shore. I was currently wearing only a grass skirt, dancing rhythmically to a tropical, native drumbeat while my arms were stretched high over my head. Turning my face up toward the warm sun setting beyond the ocean, I thought back over the last few hours, remembering how I had gotten to this point.
A courier had arrived at my office this morning, bearing a parchment envelope with the words Slut Tammy
scrawled across the front. My hands trembled in heated anticipation as I carefully opened the packet, my cheeks bright red after seeing that greeting. My breath burned in and out of my throat as my mind rapidly flashed through memories of our previous weekends, dampness flowing instantly into my panties.
I poured the contents onto my desk, recognizing my Dom’s masculine handwriting on the note that was included. You must leave now to make this flight. Use whatever excuse necessary to get out. A car is waiting downstairs. Do not disappoint me.
My heart pounded against my ribs. With no advanced warning, I had nothing packed. I was completely unprepared for one of our trips. He had never sent for me with such urgency before.
I did not take the time to inspect the rest of my delivery, rather I scooped everything back into the envelope and dropped it into my purse. I logged off the computer, shoved back my chair, and went in search of my boss. My face must have looked very different than normal. My employer didn’t recognize the excitement and desire raging through me, instead mistaking my flushed cheeks and rapid breathing as a sign that something was wrong. I need to leave. I have an emergency.
I was stammering and not actually making any excuses.
Slow down. Is everything okay?
he asked with great concern. He set his hand on my shoulder to try to calm or reassure me, instead causing me to shudder violently at the unexpected physical touch in my newly sensitive state.
I just need to leave. I will be back on Monday. I think. I hope. I mean, probably.
I was blabbering now, already backing toward the hallway that would take me to the elevator and ultimately to the car waiting for me in front of the building. He stared after me with an expression of fear and anxiety. I felt guilty for letting him believe something was wrong when everything was so right. But I couldn’t allow him to delay me further, at the risk of disappointing the most important man in my life.
I impatiently tapped my foot against the floor of the elevator as it moved tortuously slowly toward the lobby. Recognizing the woman standing next to me from accounting, I tried to relax and steady my nerves and my breathing. It really was not working. She seemed partly amused and partly concerned, raising one eyebrow quizzically in my direction. She was offering me the opportunity to either explain or unburden myself, without overtly questioning me. I made a small sound that was meant to be apologetic, but came out more like an animal in pain. Her eyes rounded and widened, but at that moment the elevator doors slid open and I practically ran for the glass doors beyond which I could see the black town car parked at the curb.
As I stepped into the warm afternoon, the driver pulled the door open without a word. I slid into the back of the vehicle, attempting to reign in my wayward body and mind. I took deep breaths as I pulled the parchment envelope from my purse to finally review the remaining contents. A plane ticket to a city in southern California that I did not recognize and a smaller envelope fell into my lap. I tore open the second note, giggling quietly at the rosy pink envelope that smelled vaguely of coconuts and flowers. A driver will meet you at the airport when you arrive. He will not speak to you, but he will bring you to my room. Hurry to me. The longer I wait, the more I will demand.
Panting heavily, I heard myself moan deeply as I pushed everything back into the envelope. The car was already pulling into the departure terminal, gliding quickly to the door for my airline. The driver barely got the door open before I did, as I jumped out and rushed past other passengers without so much as a word to the driver.
Chapter Two
I was still swaying smoothly to the music, my grass skirt swishing erotically against my bare legs as my memory continued its journey over the afternoon and early evening. The muscles of my calves were starting to burn from the continuous movement and my shoulders were achy and cramping. My hands were still bound tightly to the leather strap dangling from the portico roof at the beach side of our casita. I was dancing to please my Dom, naked save for the skirt. The music I heard was piped directly to me through the earbuds pressed tightly into my ears. I did not know if I had an audience of one, none, or many. I tried to stay focused on my task, but the distraction of anticipation was maddening. I returned again to the events that brought me to this point, using the recollection to try to calm myself.
The flight managed to simultaneously drag by and flash past in a rush. I wanted to be with him immediately, but I was nervous because I did not know what to expect. Our adventures were always spectacularly fulfilling, although they often pushed the boundaries of both my submission and my personal comfort. This trip promised to be no different as I arrived at my destination and was greeted by a tall, dark-skinned chauffeur holding a sign that said, to my chagrin, Slut Tammy
. I stepped up to him and pointed to his sign and then to myself. He grinned widely as he looked me over from head to foot, making me uncomfortable as I waited to be lead away. He handed me a shopping bag and turned to leave for the car. I had always changed at the airport on previous trips. Was that not the plan today? I started to ask him, then remembered the warning that he would not speak to me. I followed dutifully, climbing quickly into the back of his waiting car.
When we arrived at the compound (it did not appear to be either a single residence nor a resort), I was delivered to our casita without further instructions. I knocked timidly on the front door. When I received no answer, I let myself in, determined not to make Dom wait any longer. The door opened into a large airy room, the kitchen area to the left and a living area to the right. I found a door leading to the bedroom and located the master bathroom. I poured the meager contents of my shopping bag onto the counter. I found a razor, shaving cream, a grass skirt, and a portable music player with earbuds.
I quickly showered, cleaning myself thoroughly, shaving as closely as possible over my legs, my armpits, and my entire pubic area. Dom prefers me smooth and soft, and with no warning for this trip I had not been to the spa. My anticipation of seeing him was growing exponentially as I dried myself with the velvety towel. I was breathing heavily, my pulse rapid and strong. Glancing into the full-length mirror, I saw that my eyes were wide and bright with excitement, my cheeks were flushed, and my nipples were tightened painfully as my arousal throbbed in them. I draped the grass skirt over my naked hips, picked up the music player, and left the bathroom in search of Dom and whatever he had in store for me.
I found him sitting on the patio, a cold beer in his hand, sunglasses hiding his eyes from me, and a sexy grin on his handsome mouth. He rose as I approached, setting his drink on a side table and grabbing me roughly. One arm slipped tightly around my waist, while the hand still cold from his beverage tightened into the hair at the nape of my neck. His mouth crushed feverishly over mine, hungry and needy, his tongue pressing my lips open to thrust into my mouth. I groaned deep in my throat at the sudden possession. I missed this when we were apart. His strength, his ownership of my body aroused me like no other man ever had. He took what he wanted, and I gave it to him willingly. I always left our encounters fulfilled and wholly satisfied. Our time together was like a drug. I never really tried to understand it; the feelings he inspired in me always scared me. I wanted him to treasure me, to desire me, to love me. And I wanted him to own me, to bend me to his will, to use me for whatever he chose. Sometimes that was exquisite pleasure, orgasms more intense than I have ever known. Other times he chose to hurt me, to show me humiliation