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Slow Tease, Sweet Revenge 4
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Subject: Slow Tease, Sweet Revenge (Part IV)
Date: Thu, 18 May 1995 17:12:27 UTC
Marie and I spent the next few days together, walking the beach, making love,
and formulating our plan for Bob's demise. It turned out to be a deliciously
cruel plan. We would make Bob suffer for days, while he watched us enjoy each
other's bodies over and over and over again. It was decided: we would spend
our entire Spring Break together, with Bob completely at our mercy.
I knew Bob's last name after the arrest, so I looked up him up in the phone
book and gave him a call. Spring Break was coming up in a week and a half, and
Marie and I decided to invite Bob down to Key West, for some scuba diving and
hours of indoor fun in a rented bungalow on the beach. Bob's phone rang and a
female voice answered, "Hello?"
"Hi, is Bob there? This is Heather."
The other end was silent for a moment. "Hold on. Bob, it's for you. Some
girl named Heather." She was definitely not pleased. Bob picked up the phone.
"Um, Heather?"
"Hi Bob. Listen I'm sorry about what went on at the beach and at the club.
I wasn't ready for your strong advances, but I feel really bad that you ran
into so much trouble."
"Yeah, um, I'm sorry too. Listen, this is kind of a bad time. Can I call you
back?"
I gave him my number. He called two hours later, apologizing for having "that
girl" over. He said they were only dating and it was nothing serious. This
guy was a real charmer!
I continued to tell him that I was sorry for our misunderstanding and that I
actually thought he was the hottest guy out of all the guys who came to the
club to see me dance. (Of course, he ate it up!) I went on to tell him that
there is another girl in the club named Marie who has had her eye on him too.
He obviously knew who Marie was, and his excitement grew as the most incredible
sexual fantasy began to unfold for him over the phone. In no time, I had him
agreeing to break his Spring Break plans to Bermuda with that girl he was "only
dating" and to come down to the Keys with Marie and me for a week of wild
partying... just the three of us. He was ecstatic when he hung up the phone.
So was I. I called Marie to tell her that the trap was set!
Marie rented a bungalow on Key West every year, and this would be our
destination. She told me it was right on the beach and she also assured me
that it was very secluded. "No one will hear Bob screaming for mercy", she
said. The thought made me laugh... and it made me feel very horny.
As the trip drew closer I became more and more excited. Marie and I spent
nearly the entire week-and-a-half leading up to the trip together. We worked
out long hours, and tanned almost daily on the beach or at each others' places.
When it was finally time to go, we couldn't wait to get our hands... and our
legs... our hair... our breasts... our lips... all over Bob. When we got to
his place the morning of our departure, he was ready to go too.
Marie and I rode up to Bob's house on Marie's motorcycle. (We decided that Bob
would follow us in his Porsche the whole way down.) We were both wearing denim
cutoffs, cowboy boots, and bathing suit tops. Our hair flowed out from under
our helmets. Bob was waiting for us in his driveway, leaning up against his
car with a cigarette, trying to act cool.
He wore white tennis shorts and an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt. He looked like
he had spent the entire time since my first call working out... his muscles
were well-defined and his skin was tanned. The thought of Bob's hard body
aching to touch me made me wet the moment I saw him.
Marie and I hopped off her bike at the end of the drive. Taking off our helmets
and shaking out our hair, we walked up the drive to Bob. Bob's eyes darted
back and forth from Marie to me as he eagerly anticipated a week of ecstasy.
His cock was already hard as a rock beneath his shorts when Marie slid up to
him and ran her fingernails up his bare chest. "You look even sexier in the
sunlight", she told him. I stood on the other side of Bob. I looked him in
the eyes and smiled. I reached out my hand and squeezed the buldge in his
shorts. "Are we gonna have fun this week, Bob?", I asked.
"Yes", Bob gasped. "Yes, we will." He was very nervous.
"Good", I said. We then kissed him, leaving bright red lipstick marks of both
his cheeks.
"Um, you guys wanna go inside for a drink before we hit the road?", he asked.
"No", I said. "Let's get down to Key West and just forget about everything!"
I threw my backpack in the back of Bob's car. It contained all the essentials
for that week: lingerie, bathing suits, shorts and party clothes; sunglasses,
tanning lotion, massage oils and towels; soft velvet ropes, feathers, candles
and other implements of sweet, slow torture. Marie and I got back on her bike,
and Bob followed us in his car. I laughed to think of how he must have been
fantasizing, driving behind two sexy babes on a motorcycle in the 90-degree sun.
"Like a moth to the flame", I thought.
We arrived at Key West shortly after 12 noon. The sun was hot and people were
everywhere... music was blasting from radios, frisbees were flying and everyone
was scoping each other. The Spring Break action was already in high gear.
Marie and I rode right up to the beach and parked the bike. Bob pulled up next
to us. I walked around to his door as he opened it and I placed my foot down
between his legs on the driver's seat. "Look at all the road dirt on my leg",
I said. Bob ran his finger up my leg creating a streak of clean skin under the
grime that accumulated during our ride down. He abruptly stopped his finger at
the fringe of my shorts, though, as if cautious not to take things too fast.
Bob wasn't going to take any chances of blowing this opportunity!
"Marie and I are going swimming to clean this shit off. Come with us." I
grabbed a beach blanket and some tanning oil and we headed for the beach. Marie
and I removed our boots and shorts and Bob stripped down to a little bikini
bathing suit. It was kind of embarrassing to be seen with him, because he
looked like he belonged on the Riviera, not in Florida. Regardless, we all ran
into the water, which felt cool and silky after being exposed to the hot, dusty
wind on the ride down. I instinctively swam hard and fast out towards the sea;
I still had to get used to the fact that I was going to be near Bob the entire
week. After swimming out a good distance, I stopped and began to tread water,
looking back at Bob and Marie who were frolicking in the surf. It was hard to
believe that I was actually here, and that Marie and I were really going to
carry out our plan. I thought about all the time I spent with her planning for
this moment, and I started to get excited. I reminded myself to take my time
with Bob and not to be so nervous. I began to swim back towards him. He was
going to be mine... all mine.
(TO BE CONTINUED...)
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