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Date Posted: 00:02:02 08/07/02 Wed
Author: Rudy
Subject: Adversaries 5
In reply to: Rudy 's message, "Adversaries" on 10:24:31 07/28/02 Sun

“Gabriel, don’t!” Sara shouted as he dunked her head under the water. She emerged to the surface tasting the salt on her lips.

“You little shit!” she yelled. “I’m going to get you!” she screamed frantically trying to catch up to him.

He swiftly swam to the shore and ran towards the enormous blanket spread out on the sand. He collapsed down onto the blanket and sat waiting to take his punishment. She surfaced from the ocean and walked towards him.

Look at that smirk on his face, she thought. Her eyes took in his lean frame. She had not seen him in such a state of undress. He wore trunks and she noticed the slightest trail of hair from his navel down. My God, I thought I was white, she chuckled to herself.

“Well hello, Pezzini. What’s up?” he grinned.

“Don’t hello me. You know I have to kill you now,” she said trying to hide her smile. “A very slow, painful, torturous death,” she added.

“Promises, promises,” he laughed.

She joined him on the blanket. The ocean breeze began to pick up. She quickly toweled off and reached over into her straw bag to grab the sunscreen.

“Would you mind putting some of this on my back? I don’t want to burn,” she said.

He took a deep breath as she turned over on her stomach. He looked down her body. Her muscled arms and strong back sent shivers through him. Her swimsuit bottoms accentuated her tight ass. He couldn’t get enough of her powerful legs. He squirted the lotion on his hands and slightly rubbed them together. Then he began to massage the lotion into her back. His hands traveled over her shoulders, her upper back, and down her arms. He then slipped his fingers underneath the strap of her top and continued down her lower back, just above her tailbone. He slightly dipped his fingers below the waist of her swimsuit bottoms and traced a line across.

“Um,” she purred. “Do you do this for a living?”

He smiled as he grabbed the bottle and ran a streak of the lotion down the backs of her legs. He then started with her ankles and anxiously worked his way up. By the time he reached her thighs he was sweating. He gently kneaded the lotion into her thighs. She shifted slightly. His fingers grazed just underneath her panty line. Jesus! he thought. He fought the impulse to lean down and nuzzle the back of her neck.

“Ok, all done,” he said feverishly.

“Oh, so soon?” she lamented.

“Yeah, well we are on a public beach,” he laughed.

“I’m just going to lay here a while and catch some rays,” she said.

He lay down next to her on his back. He folded his arms under his neck and closed his eyes. Soon they were both asleep.

Ian slunk into her room as quiet as a cat burglar. He glided across the room and took in every nuance of her surroundings. Making mental notes as he went along, he then stepped into the bathroom. He noticed her bra and panties hanging over the side of the enormous marble tub. He reached out and lightly touched them. His gloved hand jerked back in realization of his lack of focus. Irons eloquent voice floated through his head: never stray from your objective. He spun around and quickly vacated the premises.

As Ian walked around the men’s apparel store he looked disgusted. How anyone can put on these hideous rags is beyond me, he thought. The tropical shirts stretched on endlessly throughout the store. Well, if I must blend in, then so be it. He selected three short sleeved button-down shirts, a couple pair of khaki pants, one pair of shorts and some sandals. He walked to the register and laid his purchases down on the counter. Reaching into his pocket for his wallet he noticed the scrutiny of the sales clerk. The young man stared at his black clad hands. Ian looked down at his gloves and uneasily grinned. He carefully removed them and placed them in his pockets. Old habits die hard, he thought. Even ones that didn’t originally belong to me. He made his purchase and headed out of the door.

Back in his hotel room Ian changed into a light seafoam colored shirt, black walking shorts and sandals. He drew his long hair back into a ponytail and grabbed his sunglasses. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and decided it was satisfactory. He made his way down the elevator and was stopped by the young hotel clerk.

“Wow! Somebody went shopping,” the young woman said.

“Yes, I thought it was time to get out and enjoy the Florida sunshine,” he said.

“Where are you headed?” she asked.

“The beach. I’m going to meet my old friend and take a trip down memory lane,” he said with a slightly menacing smile.

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