Dangerous Return

Chapter One Monique bathed in the hot sun topless. This piece of paradise was the last stop on their vacationing tour before returning to Virginia City. They had spent two weeks respectively in Aruba, Barbados, Saint Thomas, Bermuda and concluded their extended vacation in Puerto Rico. She and Jason lay on beach towels tanning their bodies that had beads of sweat rolling down their oiled skin. They in-dulged themselves on the bow of a rented yacht that ironically was named "Monique's Pleasure," anchored in the Caribbean Sea. It was a one hundred- ten-foot yacht that had every amenity imaginable. They had sailed to a secluded cove off the main Puerto Rican island for their own private sanctuary on the water. "Honey, does it get any better than this?" Monique asked with her eyes closed. "Nothing can be better than quality time with the one you love," Jason responded. Monique turned her eyes away from the sun, toward Jason and opened them slowly as if he were a Christmas present that she hardly believed she had received. "I love you too...even before the riches, but I can't complain about being spoiled beyond my wildest dreams." "Yes, early retirement never felt so good. Are you ready to get back to the real world?" "Semi." "Yes, life as we knew it will be different when we get back." "Waking at home at our leisure will be a wonderful thing." Jason opened his eyes, turned his head toward her and discovered Monique in a heavenly gaze. "Why such a passionate look?" Jason asked. "I don't know. I think it's the magic of the moment combined with how the sun's rays are tantalizing my nipples," Monique confessed. "Oh?" "It's like my body's warmth is being charged from the heat coming through my nipples." "Do you want to take another dip in the water to cool off?" "No, I'm okay. The heat makes me feel rather nasty." "Nasty good or nasty bad?" Monique smiled. Jason sat up, reached to his left and filled his glass with more Mimosa. He took two decent-sized swallows, followed by a huge one, then fell to his knees and lowered his lips onto one of her nipples. They are hot, Jason thought. "That's refreshing," Monique responded. "Think it will help you cool off?" Jason asked. Before Monique could respond, Jason used his tongue to swirl a piece of ice around her hardened nipple. "Yes, but your method warms me in delightful ways," Monique panted. Jason switched to the other nipple and probed it until the remaining ice dissolved. "What do you think you're doing, Mister?" Monique asked excited by Jason's actions. "I'm cooling you off," Jason teased. "Not like that you aren't." "Okay, okay. Have more Mimosa." "Thank you...nasty person." Monique picked up her empty glass, leaned back on the towel and rested on one elbow as she extended the glass for a refill of the satisfying beverage. The cold drink that met her flesh felt even colder because the raging sun baked her skin oven-hot. Monique screamed. She believed that her man had lost his ever-loving mind. She sat up quickly, momentarily overtaken by the sudden chill that invaded her skin. Jason moved the cold liquid stream from her stomach and poured onto her hidden desire, where Monique now experienced two uniquely different forms of wetness. He tilted the pitcher upside-down; the ice cubes tumbled down like tiny glaciers crashing onto her tightened stomach muscles. Jason lifted her bikini bottom fabric and placed two rectangular ice cubes under the garment. He strategically placed one cube against her lower lips and made sure that the bikini bottom held it in place. Monique screamed from the excitement and pleasure of Jason's playfulness. "I don't believe you," Monique announced. "What if I did you like this someday?" "That would be fun, but not today. Today my only mission is to serve you."[read more]