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Lea

It certainly was a nice way to end the day, and I wondered what tomorrow would bring, it was a beautiful evening and I enjoyed the view as he was moving against me from behind. It was an entirely different sensation and while slightly passive as now I could not use my hands that much I shifted until I was comfortable.
 
TC:

"Lea, why not try clenching your muscles and relaxing them," I suggest as I continue the languid strokes and a hand moves down to stroke and caress your spread pussy lips and tease and tickle the short hair on them.
 
Lea

"Do you always tell your partners what to do?" I blithely ask as i know what he is asking for and slowly comply, as I wondered how much dominion he usually had over his lovers. It seemed like more than I was used to and I accepted that, after all some women liked that. He just seemed to be trying to hard or at least making me feel that way which was at the moment distracting from the enjoyment.
 
TC:

"Are you always so defensivee to suggestions?
"I've never heard that a phrase like, "why not try clenching your muscles and relaxing them", which, with the "why not" preface, is either a suggestion or a request, called "telling someone what to do" Lea.
"It was a suggestion. If you don't want to then it's easy, don't do it."
 
Lea

"I guess I'm not use to getting suggestions, I just like to enjoy it and do what feels right. I'm a go with the flow kinda gal, I'm not type to plan things, or just take what I'm giving. I'm involved, not passive, and just the request as you put it makes em feel even more damn passive than I already felt." I hadn't meant to curse but whatever progress I had made towards really enjoying this was tugged to pieces and I was back at square one. How had things changed so much from the hot fun romp outside to now?
 
TC:

"Oh, I see much more clearly now Lea. Very well then you initiate, you suggest and I'll just follow your lead," and my slow stroking continues, but nothing else for it seems she needs to exercise control for her enjoyment and doesn't even care to hear suggestions that could increase our mutual pleasure.
 
Lea

"This just isn't working for me, isn't there anywhere between me being passive and you being passive?" I turn a little and shift until we are parted. "I think we are just trying a little too hard. Dance with me Thom," I offer hoping to smooth things out before we learn to hate each other.
 
TC:

"It would be my pleasure," I reply getting up after we've untangled our legs.

I turn on the stereo and we begin to dance to some slow ballads. We'd gone through the first two cuts on the CD when I thought I heard an engine sound.

By the time we'd finished the fourth cut there was no doubt. It was an engine sound and it sounded like a plane.

Sighing and muttering curses about my luck, or lack there of, I suggest pulling something on and we walk out and down to the beach hand in hand.

We arrive in time to see a seaplane land in the lagoon.
 
Lea

the seaplane seemed a welcome interuption as we walked to the beach, and I wondered how someone found the island and that Thomas's vacation was about to be over. I felt sorry, and hoped that I had not spoiled his vacation.
 
TC:

When the plance taxi's over to the pier, I walk out and get the wonderful news that I Have To Be in New York or L.A. the day after tomorrow.

Well it's been a relaxing time on the island. I have a great tan, I've met a confusing, but lovely and sensual lady and now have to leave or lost a Lot of my 'retirement money'.

Lea walks me back up and helps me pack.
I hand her the lease for the island with three weeks remaining and the business card of the leasing agent.

A long hug, a gentle kiss and my luggage and my tanned ass are off heading for the airport in Tahati.
 
Lea

It was like a blink of an eye and he was gone. I slept curled up with a blanket on the couch not wanting to spend a night alone in the bed. When I woke up I called the leasing agent and informed him of what had happened and that I was leaving that afternoon and that he could figure out what that meant. I spent the day picking flowers, taking pictures and sketching out a few ideas.

I ate lunch and packed up my belongings on the small boat and cast off. I wondered what Jake would think when I returned. I felt rejected and accepted, it had been the most bizzarre trip I had ever been on in my life.
 
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