Word Play

by S. L. Carpenter

  She finally unfastened his belt and lowered the zipper. Her jaw dropped as she saw his cock for the first time as it stuck out, pointing like a sword. A small dribble of drool trickled from the corner of her lips as she knelt down before him. Her lips were red and moist.

  His cock began to throb in anticipation as she hovered above it, teasing the head with her tongue.

  She looked up at Eugene, longingly and panting with desire and finally spoke.

  “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.”

  - - -

  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.

  - - -

  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.

  “Help yourself.” With a smile the woman pulled her long brown hair to the side and watched as he sat down. She reached her hand out. “I’m sorry, I’m Madison. Madison Hansen.”

  “My name is Eugene, nice to meet you.” He shook her hand and couldn’t help but notice she had her top undone in the back to avoid tan lines and he was getting a nice view of her perky breasts below her lifted body as they shook hands.

  In fact, she began to giggle as he shook her hand continuously. She also noticed him staring at her jiggling breasts. “Um, are you enjoying the view?”

  Turning fifty shades of red, he knew he was caught. “Sorry, I couldn’t help but look. I apologize.”

  The real waiter walked by and Eugene ordered Madison a margarita and got himself a tequila sunrise. When the drinks arrived he paid the guy, handed Madison her drink and noticed the cover of the book laying on the towel beside her.

  It was one he had released last year. Velvet Vice was the title. It sold well, but not like his earlier novels. “So, you like reading that type of book?” he asked, trying to find out what a fan thought.

  She shrugged, “I used to read any book Angela Jollie put out. Lately though, her books have been rather flat and lifeless. When the characters are having sex I want to feeeel it. I want to squirm in my seat. Need to feel like it’s me getting laid and the passion causing my heart to pound hard and fast as I orgasm.”

  Eugene started to drool. “I see.”

  “I know how hard it is to keep it up, but it’s almost like there’s no heart behind the new stories. Cut and paste the plots, change the names and setting. She needs to go back to where she started and write like that. She wrote some hot shit.”

  His ego deflated again as did his swelling cock. Sometimes the truth hurt and people needed to be knocked off the little pedestals they made for themselves. Madison’s blunt honesty gave Eugene a perspective he needed to hear. Maybe she was right. He hadn’t felt the intensity of his earlier books since his fiancée left him. It was sad but his real life had crossed over into his written words.

  They sat talking for a bit about different things. The typical topics like favorite vacation spots, the weather, and other burning questions.

  “What happens if Batman gets bit by a vampire? Isn’t Disney World just a giant people trap run by a mouse? Is it true that cannibals don’t eat clowns because they taste funny? If four out of five people suffer from diarrhea does the fifth person enjoy it?” Eugene rambled off these as Madison stared at him confused and somewhat freaked out.

  “Does your brain always work like that?”

  He felt comfortable around Madison. At ease almost. Even though he didn’t say anyth
ing, hearing from a few different people were let down by the books he was writing hurt.

  “You know it can be really stressful being a writer. It’s hard to keep the intensity that high book after book. The powers that be have a formula they like and it makes it tough for a writer to follow the same plan every time. Everyone has to live happily ever after.”

  Eugene paused, he was actually describing the issues that were causing his writers block. “I just can’t keep writing the same thing over and over. I need to get back to the earlier times when everything was fresh and new.”

  Madison looked at Eugene. “What are you talking about? You must be on some weird drugs or something, because you’re rambling.”

  “Madison, I’m Angela Jollie.”

  Scooting a little away from Eugene, she looked at him and raised her eyebrow, “Okay and I’m SpongeBob Squarepants.”

  “I’m serious. I’m writer Angela Jollie. I use a pen name because I’m a man writing romance and erotica. It’s a long story. I can prove it.” He reached into his shorts pocket and pulled out a small leather pouch with business cards in it. They had a publishing company logo on it with his name and below it read “Writing as Angela Jollie”.

  “Eugene S. Finkter? That’s your real name? God, your parents were cruel” She grinned and handed the card back.

  “No, keep it.” He slumped back into the chair and sighed.

  “You know,” she paused, “I think it’s kind of sexy that you write erotica. I mean it’s not often you meet someone who writes and thinks about sex all the time. Well, you’re a guy and everything but I mean doing it for a living. It must be a blast to do research.”

  Eugene turned and smiled at Madison as she lay back down on her towel in the sun. “It’s not what people think. I don’t actually do all the things I write about. It’s all just fantasies. Things I’d like to do, the people I think about as an image to use for a character. Lately, I don’t know, it’s just not there. I just can’t do it. Writer’s block or whatever, something is missing. I don’t know, I’ll get my groove back again.”

  “You know something? I do some painting as a hobby. I suck at it but I still do it. I find that the best things I paint are spontaneous and free. I just let go and paint. Some are of a person sitting on a bench in a park, kids playing, whatever. It isn’t something I plan; my mood tells me what to paint. Maybe you need something less confined and more spontaneous to write about.”

  He sat for a moment thinking about what Madison was telling him.

  “You want to do me?”

  Eugene coughed into his drink, “Excuse me?”

  “Do me. You know, use me to write about. I’d love to be in a story.”

  Madison quickly sat up. She forgot the back of her top was untied and her breasts popped free. “Oh, shit, I can’t believe this.” She quickly crossed her chest with her arms and maneuvered her breasts back into the bikini top.

  “Ummm, those are nice.”

  Madison blushed, “Oh, come on. Let’s try to focus here. Okay…now tell me what you saw.”

  “Nipples, I saw your nipples.” Eugene felt the stir of arousal as he saw a flash of her perky breasts glimmering with suntan oil on them.

  “Pathetic. Impress me, Angela. Tell me what you really see. If you impress me, I’ll show you them again.” She laughed as she tied the back strings.

  Swallowing, Eugene sat upright. “Right. No pressure.”

  He didn’t want to screw this up. This was a fun exercise he used to do at a few writers’ retreats with his girlfriend. It was a fun way to be flirty and to stir up some heat, and describe the naughty things you want to do with the other person. Stream of consciousness.

  He leaned in closer and took in a deep breath, Madison’s fragrance was in the air and her aura filled his lungs.

  “You are lying in a bed. White satin sheets surround your body and pillows are scattered all around. Your body is naked as you wait for your lover. Pink flowers fill a vase beside the bed.

  Your lover walks into the room and a stir of excitement fills your body.

  He stands tanned and muscular. His cock is semi-erect and large. Your mouth waters and the inside of your pussy becomes moist with anticipation. You want him.

  He steps to the side of the bed and pulls out a handful of flowers. His cock dangles low and beckons you to touch it. Just to make sure this isn’t a dream, your hand reaches out and you brush your fingers over him. He isn’t a dream, he is real. You grasp his cock and it begins to swell in your palm. The skin becomes tighter and his erection more rigid. You want to taste him, to feel him inside you. You hunger for him.

  As you begin to stroke his length in your hand, he pulls at the blossomed flowers in his fist. He tugs the petals of the flowers loose. With an outward motion he makes the petals rain over you. The softness tickles your skin as they brush against you.

  Your nipples harden and you are ready. Your pussy is wet, hot and the juices from your arousal seep between your thighs. You are ready to be taken, ready to be freed. It is your time to fulfill a dream come true.”

  Eugene let out a deep breath. “How did I do?”

  Madison kept squirming as she sat with her eyes closed. Her nipples were stiff and hard, her neck flushed with excitement. She licked her lips and opened her eyes to look at Eugene as he stared at her.

  “Ummm, that was…” She squirmed again. “That was nice, Eugene.

  You need to write more stuff like that.”

  “That was just off the top of my head. That’s how I write.”

  “How do you do that?”

  “Do what?”

  “Tap into a woman’s emotions like that? You touch on their romantic side yet arouse the physical parts of them. It is so hot to hear a man tell you that he wants you and not just sexually. Just wanting you. It’s a gift, Eugene. That raw, honest desire, dying to creep out and unleash itself on another person.” She winked at him, “You know what I mean?”

  Eugene’s jaw dropped. He was stupefied after hearing Madison describe her feelings and what she really thought about things. There was passion in her words. He was in lust.

  “You said you’d give me another peek.”

  “And you actually believed me? Hey, I’m not that easy.” A wicked smile crossed her mouth as if she knew she was getting to him. “I just wanted to see if you could do it. Can you put some lotion on my back please? I’d appreciate it. I hate getting sunburn and I have a whole week here.”

  “Mumble, mumble, tease, hard on, mumble.” Eugene was hornier than before, but he began to laugh at Madison playing him so easily.

  He poured the lotion into his palm and rubbed his hands together.

  Her skin felt warm to his touch. She was toned and muscles would flex as he touched them. The sun was beating down on his back as he continued to rub the lotion on her nude back. He poured some more into his hand and moved down to the small of her back. She moaned a little as he rubbed his hands on her firm ass. She didn’t flinch or resist his motion.

  She was beautiful. Her legs were strong and as Eugene rubbed them his mind saw them wrapped around his hips as they fucked.

  “Okay, now the front.” he said, trying to trick her.

  Eugene smiled and when she rolled over he reached for her breasts, looking like a man reaching for oranges.

  “Slow down cowboy.” She laughed and pouted her lips. “I can do the front. Thanks.”

  “Damn, I was thiiisss close.” He held his fingers apart as if pinching something.

  They both laughed as Eugene admired Madison and the beauty of her body basking in the sun. She was so comfortable and confident and seemed to be secure in who she was. The whole not giving a fuck what people thought attitude was refreshing. Unafraid to be sexy but not a slut.

  She was natural. Eugene liked that. Of course sitting next to a sexy, semi-naked woman wasn’t bad either.

  They spent their afternoon talking and getting some sun. Madison offered to put some lotion on Eugene�
��s white legs and back. He spread a towel beside her and plopped down on his back. Madison’s body swayed back and forth with her slick fingers on his chest. Her nails would occasionally dig into his toned muscles. She was driving him crazy. Eugene felt a rising urge in his loins and quickly rolled over to his stomach, making an indention in the sand.

  Madison continued her erotic smoothing of lotion on Eugene’s back.

  While rubbing his shoulders her breasts would brush against his skin.

  He could feel her nipples, tight and protruding outward, as they rubbed against his back. They showed her arousal from this bath in oil.

  Eugene was in heaven. He was getting a rubdown from a hot, sexy woman. He made mental notes to include this in his next book. As soon as he could get his straining boner to calm down and let him sit up.

  They both lay face down and talked about everything. Where they lived, who they were and why they took this vacation to a remote island.

  “Being an executive secretary in Boston, for a law firm, is a bitch sometimes. I like what I do but most of the people that work for me are a pain in the ass.” She let out a heavy sigh and continued. “I’d like something with less pressure. Some of the cases at the firm are so overwhelming that you get wrapped up in the case and realize that all this corporate shit is just wrong. People always trying to fuck others because of petty things. I’m sorry, I’m probably boring you.”

  “Oh no. I enjoy listening.” He smiled and sipped his drink.

  “You know, I took this vacation because I just wanted to be free for a bit. To cut loose and not worry about the day-to-day things suffocating me.” Madison closed her eyes and breathed deeply.

  “I can see this is a double-edged sword for you. You don’t mind what you do, it’s all the peripheral bullshit that goes with it. Writing is a whole lot less stressful until you get to the dollars and cents part. I do tax service for people to get my insurance and all but that gets heavy for only 4 months of the year. The rest is for writing and if I have to follow what they tell me, it limits my creative flow.”