“Peanuts?”
Eugene replied. “Peanuts? What the fuck are you talking about?
Those are my balls, not peanuts.”
“Sir, would you like some peanuts?”
Chapter Two
Eugene looked up from his computer and saw the stewardess standing above him. Her little cart was in front of her with a small garbage bag to collect the miniscule peanut bags and leftover soda cans. He had just written the entire fantasy scene he was imagining.
“I hope I didn’t interrupt you.” The stewardess looked down and noticed Eugene’s screen filled with type. “You want some more nuts?”
“Um, okay. I’ll take some. When are we landing?”
“In about thirty minutes, sir. Would you like me to put your computer in the overhead compartment for you?”
Eugene didn’t want to move the computer because he was sporting quite a hard on and would resemble a hijacker with a large rifle in his pants if he lifted it up. “I’ll take care of it. Thank you.”
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As the plane emptied, Eugene followed behind the tall brunette he had written about. Maybe she was sparking something within him.
Maybe she could inspire him to write passion like he used to. A week with her might be the antidote to his illness of writer’s block.
The long exit tunnel spilled out to the airport gate. While moving through the crowded tunnel he thought this was probably how a penis felt going into a pussy. All crowded and rushing to spill out the other end. Eugene hurried to be right behind the beauty. She dropped her bags and Eugene showed great grace because he tripped and fell over them like a fat man doing a belly flop. He looked up just in time to see his visionary woman leap into the arms of a man in a Marine uniform. She didn’t even look back as she wrapped her legs around the guy and screamed with joy. She planted a wet, lingering kiss on his mouth and the big, burly guy’s eyes lit up. There was going to be an invasion of her body tonight.
Lucky bastard.
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After a bumpy taxi ride through the slums and a quick pit stop at a convenience store to buy rum, Eugene arrived at the hotel. It was a grand place in the center of a rundown area. It stood out and was smack dab in the middle of an area where you didn’t want to be outside at night.
The room was standard issue hotel, with a queen size bed against the wall beside the window and a small desk in the corner. Across from the bed was a headache-inducing chair with a horrible striped pattern. A small end table was next to it with a lamp and a Holy Bible placed on top. There was a TV on a stand that you could watch while lying in bed.
The room was small but pleasant, and Eugene looked upward to thank God it had internet access.
Like a large redwood falling in the forest, Eugene dropped his bags, stripped, and plunged face first into the bed. It was a well-deserved nap. For four hours he had no distractions, no phones, nothing but a loud, obnoxious snore echoed through the small room. The only interruption was the occasional fart. Airplane peanuts gave Eugene gas.
The sun was bright in his room. He rolled over, scratched his balls and walked to the open blinds. He had a glorious view of the beach and all its splendor. There was an abundance of bikinis covering a large number of breasts. Bingo, jackpot, he’d won the booby prize! After wiping the drool from his cheek, he pulled on some clothes and dragged himself to the beach.
Eye candy filled his sunglass-covered eyes. Like a typical tourist, he strolled around sipping the mandatory beach cocktail with fruit and a colorful little umbrella trying to take his eye out every time he took a sip. He stopped to down the last part of his drink and heard someone talking to him.
“Hey waiter, can I get a margarita?”
Eugene turned side to side, wondering what the woman was talking about. “Who me? I’m not a waiter.”
“Oh shit, sorry. When I saw those white legs I thought you had white pants on like the cabana boys.” She blocked the sun with her hand and looked up at Eugene. “Damn, you ever let that skin see the sun?” She grinned as Eugene blushed a bright red.
“I have what’s called an executive tan. The only light my legs see is fluorescent. Pretty sad for a California boy.” He was quite pale compared to the woman’s tanned skin.
All she had covering her was a few strings of fabric in strategic places. Eugene swallowed as he surveyed the scenery of her curves. She lay on her stomach, getting wondrous rays of sunlight on her sexy body.
The slope of her back caused him to sigh. Her body was slender and petite with her ass rounding up, only covered by a white thong bikini.
“Well, I’ve had a few days’ head start in the tan department. All I’ve done for two days is sunbathe and drink margaritas.”
Eugene smiled, “Looks like I need to catch up in a hurry. Anybody sitting here?” He pointed to a chair beside her in the sand.