GTS Resort By GTSartist      Ken walked through the door of his house and plopped the daily mail on the countertop

GTS Resort By GTSartist      Ken walked through the door of his house and plopped the daily mail on the countertop

GTS Resort

By GTSartist

Ken walked through the door of his house and plopped the daily mail on the

countertop. Bills, solicitation mail and credit card applications were usually

his daily pileup of mail, until he saw a brochure for a resort in the Carribbean.

***Enjoy a tropical stay at our all-inclusive island getaway!***

GTS Resorts, Inc. offers you and your loved one a vacation like no other. While

other tropical locales can only provide the usual fun in the sun, GTS Resorts

have a twist to your holiday dollar unlike you've ever experienced before.

Through the miracle of modern science, we will either shrink the men down to

various sizes or grow the women to gigantic proportions. Think of the

possibilities!

Guys, instead of the usual laying out in the sun getting that deep dark tan, why

not lay out on top of your woman's breast while you're only 6 inches tall???

Gals, take control of your relationship by having the size difference over your

man. Decide when and where YOU dine, sightsee or relax for a change!!!

Couples, put an exciting spin on your sex lives by introducing yourselves to

your partners at different sizes. Believe us, your sex life will never be the

same again.

You owe it to yourself to call the number at the bottom of this brochure. If

this brochure isn't enough to tempt you, then consider this. As part of our

innaugural opening of our resort, get another couple to come to our resort and

you get a 10% rebate on your trip! Keep sending couples down to us, and

eventually this incredible unique experience will be free!

***1-88G-IAN-TESS ***

Ken was shocked when he read the brochure. Looking at the smiling people

photographed on the white sandy beaches made his heart pound as well. The

pictures looked too professional to be doctored in Photoshop. There, on the

beach, was a gorgeous blonde woman in a fantastic thong bikini holding a perfect

miniature of a tanned man smiling and waving to the camera. By the looks of the

proportion, he was only about 7 inches tall. She was holding him in her clenched

fist with his head just below the pillowy curves of her heavy chest. Her perfect

smile was sending the message that she truly enjoyed the fact that her man was

reduced to the size of an action figure.

Ken sat back and imagined himself that way. About the size of his girlfriend's

dildo and leaning back into her flat tummy as he caught rays of warm sun in her

lap. She would be resting on her elbows and getting a bronze tan herself with a

stiff fruity drink in hand and soft breeze through her long red hair. The

thought made his member rise and his heart pound.

Then reality set in.

He looked at the brochure again. No way can this be real, he thought. No one has

the ability to shrink men, or grow women out of their normal size. It's just not

possible. Besides, what would his girlfriend think? She would think he's

completely nuts. She would never go for it. Ken decided he'd call and see if

they were for real. If nothing else, someone would get a good laugh at his

expense and he would keep his fantasy of shrinking to himself.

"Hello, GTS Resort, Inc., this is Julie, how may I help you?" a lovely voice

asked.

"Uh," Ken said, "hi. This is Ken Smith. I got your brochure in the mail and

wanted to ask you some more questions."

"Certainly, Ken. We are more than happy to answer any question you might have.

Most people that call are skeptical, so we are prepared to send you a

promotional video answering most of your questions. However, we invite you to

ask your questions now to help you with your decision."

"Is it true you shrink men and women down to size?" he asked.

"You are half correct, Ken," Julie mused. "We have the capability of shrinking

men down in size, and growing women up in size. It has to do with DNA structure.

It's an X-chromosome/Y-Chromosome sort of thing. Again, the tape will go into

more detail."

"Is this size reduction permanent?" Ken asked her.

"Certainly not, Ken," Julie responded, "It would do you no good to remain at

your size when your vacation is over. We insist on returning you and/or your

partner to regular size before you depart our privately-owned island. That

becomes a legal issue. Again, the tape covers more information on this. Would

you like me to send you a tape?"

"Yes, please," Ken sputtered. He still couldn't believe any of this was true.

"I will need to go ahead and accept a down payment for your trip to GTS Resort

in order to send you a promotional tape. If you decide you don't want what we

have to offer, you will receive your down payment back, minus fees for the tape.

If you do, however, wish to embark on a one-of-a-kind experience that only GTS

Resorts can provide, then the down payment goes toward your hotel accommodation

and shrinking/growing fee, and the tape is yours as a gift. Are you ready to

experience the thrill of a lifetime, Ken?" Julie asked with a mesmerizing voice.

Ken thought about it. Time to gamble, he thought. The price of the trip was

expensive, but he'd promised his girlfriend a vacation and she loved adventure.

If she didn't like the idea of this vacation, he would go himself and take one

of his college buddies instead. Perhaps there would be single women down there

that WERE open-minded enough for this sort of thing. "Let's do it!" he said with

conviction.

***

Four days had passed when Ken got a bubble-wrapped package in the mail. The

return address was from GTS Resorts, Inc. in St. Gigantus Island in the

Carribbean. Ken could hardly contain himself when he ripped open the envelope

and pushed the tape in the VCR. Fast forwarding over the warnings and opening

credits, he soon came to the beginning of the promotion.

The scene was of a beautiful beach, with gentle waves lapping at the shore. The

sun was rising and a lone man was swimming in the bay. Suddenly a large

half-circle shape appeared behind him and kept rising. The shape took the form

of a slender woman, but about 30 feet in height. She took the small man in her

arms and held him to her chest in a loving embrace. That's when the narrator

started.

Ken soon learned about the island, the resort, and the technology that made

shrinking/growing possible. According to the tape, the radiation that affected

the human male was the reverse effect for the human female. The Y chromosome

made the males shrink in size, while expanding women because of their X

chromosome. The resort would use another radiation to counter the effects of the

first treatment, but that treatment would only reverse the process, not change

the proportions in opposite directions for the sexes. In other words, men

couldn't be expanded, and women couldn't be shrunken.

The tape had various shots of people enjoying themselves on beaches, parties in

the hotel, jacuzzis, formal dinners, tennis courts, and exploring the natural

jungle on the island. The last image Ken saw was of a woman giving the camera a

knowing look before she closed the door to her hotel room with her reduced

husband in tow. She was a stunning brunette with a perfect hourglass figure and

her man was a miniature Adonnus who's head was just shorter than her round, firm

asscheek. She had a lustful look to her as the door closed and ending credits

scrolled up the screen.

Ken found his right hand absently stroking his rock hard cock as he imagined

himself as that lucky man. He could just picture her tossing his tiny frame onto

the king-sized bed and pouncing on him like a jungle cat to her prey. The

thought of pumping an immense woman like that made his breathing labored. Before

calling the resort and confirming his reservation and calling his girlfriend to

pack her bags, Ken had to relieve his aching cock by masturbating to thoughts of

the beginning of the best vacation of his life.

Part 2

After relieving himself from the pent up emotions he was feeling from watching

the tape, Ken cleaned up and got on the phone with his girlfriend. Samantha was

a beautiful redhead with emerald green eyes and a body most men would kill for.

Her 36c breasts were full and natural which led the way to a slender waist and

rounded, firm hips and ass. Her legs were long and lean with pretty painted toes

on adorable feet. She was every inch a vision. Samantha was a great person to

hang out with, as well as a great lover in bed. She was open-minded to most

things, but a shrinking/growing resort might be too much for her. Ken decided he

had to at least try.

"Hello?" she spoke, filling the receiver with a smoky, sexy voice.

"Samantha sweetie, how would you like to take that vacation you've always

wanted?" Ken said with a touch of nervousness.

"I'd love to!" she exlcaimed, "Where are we off to? Mexico? The Bahamas?

Tahiti?" Ken knew that Samantha only liked to travel to warm destinations. Good

thing that the GTS Resort wasn't in Aspen, Colorado!

"More like St. Gigantus Island in the Carribbean." he answered.

"Mmmmmmmm," she purred, "a cruise to St. Thomas Island. I've never been on a

cruise before."

"No no, honey, St. Gigantus."

"Wait, where in the hell is St. Gigantus?" she said, worried this time.

"It's a privately-owned island in the Carribbean. It's an all-inclusive resort

with a twist." Ken said. He felt like his wonderful idea was nose-diving fast.

"What sort of twist?" she asked. Now he could definitely tell there was

skepticism in her voice.

"Baby, just get over here and I'll show you the tape they sent me. I think

you're going to love what I have in store for us." He heard her murmur

'whatever' just before she clicked off the phone. She'll come around, he

thought, I know my Samantha.

Thirty minutes later, there was a knock at his apartment door. Ken opened his

door and Samantha sauntered in. She didn't look all that excited, but smiled at

her boyfriend. He WAS paying for the trip, so she didn't have much to complain

about.

After settling in and sipping the drink he handed her, they gazed at the TV as

Ken hit the play button. Samantha was now seeing the sights and sounds that Ken

was introduced to. It ended again with that same lucky little man being towed

into the hotel room by the gorgeous brunette. The door closed again, and Ken

once more thought how lucky that little bastard was. It looked certain that the

little bodybuilder was going to get lucky, but looking at his girlfriend for her

reaction, he wasn't so sure about his own odds.

"Well, honey, what did you think?" He asked her while studying her face.

Silence.

"Is this tape for real?" she finally inquired.

"As real as they come, babe. They promise it's unlike anything you've ever

experienced before. Imagine the command you would have over me. Whatever you

wanted to do, we would do it. Where we go, what we do, what we eat or when we

have sex; it's all determined by you. I, on the other hand, get to experience

your beauty on a grander scale. Your wonderful 36c tits would be huge to me.

Your long sexy legs would be gorgeous soft-skinned telephone poles to lavish.

Your long red hair would be the silkiest blanket I'd ever have the pleasure to

cuddle into at night."

"Yeah," she struck back, "and my ass would be the biggest can you've ever seen.

You know I'm sensitive about my rear. I have enough trouble trying to keep it

firm and sexy without you seeing it as big as two balloons."

"Baby," Ken cooed, "you know it's not like that with me. I adore your beautiful

ass. Yes, it would be bigger to a little man like I would be, but to me it would

be so much more to kiss, fondle, love and worship. I could [email protected]!#$ you without

hurting you this time. Remember, your clit would be bigger for me so imagine me

going down on you at a new smaller size. You could easily swallow my erection

and give me the blow job I've always wanted. I know you choke easily, but this

would allieve that problem. Please, baby? If you don't like it, we'll fly back

early and I will put us up in the Presidential suite at the Hilton in Acapulco,

I promise!" Ken was really pleading this time. It would cost him his life

savings, but he loved her so much.

"Well," she hesitated, "if this really means that much to you, then fine. But,

like you just promised me, if I don't like it, we go to Acapulco first class all

the way. Agreed?" Samantha stuck out her hand to consumate the gentlemen's

agreement.

"Agreed, baby!!!" Ken said violently shaking her hand to seal the deal. He

kissed her passionately in his enjoyment and hugged her tightly.

"I don't know why you're so into this shrinking thing. Aren't my tits big

enough? Don't I please you anyway? Most men would go to the moon for this body

and you want it bigger." She was truly foggy about his newly-revealed fetish,

but was open-minded. What the hell, it was a week in the tropical sun regardless

of the outcome.

Five hours later, the flight from Los Angeles to Austin to St. Gigantus touched

down on the island's tarmack and roared to a halt at the tiny airport's gate. A

truck with a built-on staircase rolled up to the plane and allowed its

passengers to disembark. Ken and Samantha saw a variety of buildings at various

sizes. It looked odd to the couple, since some buildings had massive doors while

other buildings seemed to have doggy doors for very small people. The people

were all of regular size, so it seemed odd to have such accommodations. The

couple collected their baggage and were met by a sexy young taxi driver.

"Can I take you to the hotel?" she offered in a sexy, high-toned voice. She

couldn't have been more than twenty-one years old, and her smile was wide with

pearly white teeth. She wore her curly black hair up and cascading off the left

side of her head while her cabbie hat was slanted to the right side. She wore a

matching mid-riff jacket and short sexy shorts. White canvas sneakers capped off

her uniform. "I'm Jackie," she said enthusiastically while opening her cab door.

"I'm Ken and this is my girlfriend Samantha. We're going to the ..."

"The GTS Resort. I know, everyone is staying there, since the island is owned by

GTS Resorts, Inc. Will you be shrinking or growing today?" She was full of

bubbly enthusiasm. Samantha looked at Ken as if this was all his idea.

"Ah, good question." He looked back at Samantha. Better he shrink than she grow

if they were going to give this a try. "Shrinking please." The two crawled into

the back of her immaculately-clean cab and waited for her to take them to their

destination.

The shrinking side of the resort was peculiar in it's design. The resort had

normal sized doors as well as a set of reduced-sized doors adjacent. All the

rooms had normal windows, but later on they noticed the hallways had a line

running down the middle to designate normal traffic from shrunken traffic. This

was meant to keep regular-sized women from stepping on smaller men. Jackie

helped the couple with their luggage to the front desk, then waved them good

luck as she skipped back to pick up another fare.

Ken and Samantha made their way up to the front desk get their room. The women

behind the counter were attractive as well. A single man's dream, Ken thought.

He was glad, however, to have a stunning beauty accompany him here. Much better

than grabbing one of his buddies to fly down here. He was thankful Samantha

agreed to this trip.

"And what size will you be shrinking to, Mr. Smith?" the short-haired blonde

woman asked. She, as well, had a radiant, killer smile. Again, Ken was baffled

to all this. It was still unimaginable to him, even though he was on the verge

of fulfilling his secret desires. However, it never occured to him just how

small he wanted to shrink.

"What are the ranges for men?" he asked.

"We recommend that you don't shrink any smaller than about one-tenth your normal

height. You look to be about 5'11", so I'd say no more than 6 inches. The least

you can shrink is about three-fourths your height. That would put you at about

4'5"."

"What do you think, honey?" Ken turned to ask his girlfriend. Samantha just

shrugged her tanned shoulders.

"Do whatever you want, babe. This is your fantasy." She kissed his cheek and

squeezed his hand. Ken turned back to the adorable blonde.

"I'd like to be 9 inches tall, please." That should be small enough to engage in

my deepest fantasies, he thought.

"Excellent choice, sir. I'll need you to fill out these forms, and this waiver.

It prevents you from suing the resort in the unfortunate result of any injury at

your new size. We also recommend that at your new size, your girlfriend has

complete control of your activities. She will become your guardian at all times,

and is responsible for your actions. While we have a security force on site to

help with any incidents, it is ultimately her responsibility to look after your

well-being. I know you two will have the time of your lives, but I must legally

warn you of any unlawful or unfortunate situation and its consequences. Are you

still willing to be shrunk, Mr. Smith?"

Chuckling, Ken signed his name and initialed where needed while telling Samantha

to be protective of him this week. She reminded him of her total control after

he signed the waiver. Next, the counter-girl asked Ken to step through the

double doors and take his luggage with him while Samantha was to wait through

another set of doors to the waiting room.

"Here goes, babe!" Ken said while kissing Samantha deeply. She embraced him and

said she would be waiting on the other end to take him to the hotel room. After

three more quick kisses, she let him walk through the metal swinging doors while

she made her way to the waiting area. The adventure was about to begin.

Part 3

Ken entered through the steel double doors while Samantha went through into the

waiting room. As she grabbed a fashion magazine and sat on a couch sipping a

fruity drink, Ken stood in a line of men waiting for transformations. Apparently

the men were shrunk down one at a time.

When it came time for Ken's turn, he was courteously ushered into the chamber

along with his luggage. Everything he'd need would be shrunk down to his same

size. The room was a cold, stainless steel room that had normal doors on one

end, and two sets of doors on the other. A massive set of doors as well as a

puny, dog-entrance-sized set. Ken set down his luggage bag and looked at the

bright lights in the room and the cold bench to sit on. Not a very comfortable

place, he thought.

Just then the massive set of doors opened and in came a gigantic woman crawling

on her hands and knees. She was completely nude and with her she struggled to

pull in her enormous suitcase. Not noticing Ken, she tugged and pulled at the

stubborn bag until it jarred loose and fell with a loud clang on the metal

floor.

"EXCUSE ME." her voice boomed. To her it was normal speech, but to a smaller

Ken, it was almost deafening in that echoey room. "PARDON ME, I DON'T MEAN TO

GET IN YOUR WAY. WHOOPS, CAREFUL OF MY BIG FEET." The large woman was trying to

get situated before the shrinking process began. Having difficulty, she managed

to get seated on her naked rear and press her knees up to her large tits. They

were large for a giantess, but large also in comparison with her body. Ken

couldn't keep his eyes off her. As he sat on the little metal bench, he was now

between her legs and staring right up her thighs to her shaven pussy, then

climbed his view up her tummy to the dual plump chest and her flowing

bleached-blonde hair. Her face was gorgeous. It was as if an artist carved her

features from stone and given it life. She was a vision as she sat there

waiting.

Soon the hum of the energizers came to life and the lights' heat intensified.

The room warmed up and Ken could stop shivering. His massive roommate's

softball-sized goosebumps diminished and she started to relax in the warmth

also.

"HI," she started, "MY NAME IS CAREY. I'M AN EMPLOYEE WITH THE RESORT. I'M WHAT

YOU WOULD CALL A 'FRIEND' TO GUESTS." She held out her hand and Ken guessed that

it was about 3/4 his size. Grabbing a finger, he shook her hand the best he

could and smiled back at her.

"Hi Carey, I'm Ken. I'm vacationing here with my girlfriend, Samantha. What do

you mean your job is a 'friend' to the guests?" he inquired.

"IT'S MY JOB TO MAKE SURE THAT ALL GUESTS ARE GETTING THE MOST OUT OF THEIR

EXPERIENCES. ALSO, IF A GUEST CAME DOWN HERE BY HIMSELF, I WOULD BE HIS 'FRIEND'

FOR THE DURATION OF HIS VACATION TO MAKE SURE HE HAD FUN. DO YOU THINK I WOULD

BE A FUN PERSON TO HANG OUT WITH?" She giggled at that question and waited for

his response.

"Carey, I can't imagine anyone more fun than you. I mean, you are gorgeous, and

from what little I know of you, you sound like you would be a blast to get to

know. If I didn't have my girlfriend, I'd love to spend time with you. Again,

you are beautiful!" He said that while sneaking peeks at her pussy lips which

were starting to dampen during their conversation. She answered him with giggles

and adjusting her legs on either side of him.

"WELL, KEN, I'M NOT JUST FOR THE SINGLES HERE. I'M HERE to make sure everyone

that is a GTS Resort guest has a wonderful time. If you would like I'm sure the

three of us would have a blast together." Carey was shinking down to size while

they spoke. Ken was diminishing as well. Quickly his feet left the floor and now

dangled over the edge of the bench. Carey's legs moved away from Ken's body. It

was getting harder and harder to see her pussy now that their bodies were

shrinking away from each other. Her luggage was no longer a problem either.

With the shrinking process over, the lights dimmed again. The cool air was

coming back and both occupants were starting to shiver once more.

"Well, Ken," she said, "here is my card." She reached into her bag and placed on

in front of a now ten inch doll version of Ken. "If you and your Samantha would

like to spice things up, I'm scheduled to re-grow in three days. I'd love to

meet her and spend some time with you two." She patted his miniature head and

left the room with her bag. Ken picked up his tiny duffel bag and walked out

through the dog-entrance door to the waiting room.

The waiting room was massive to Ken. He had never seen such a gigantic structure

in all his life. Even the L.A. Colliseum wasn't as big as what he was seeing

just now. The chair legs to the waiting room were thicker than most tree trunks.

The couches could land jets on them. The plants themselves were like redwoods to

the toy-like Ken.

The people waiting for their loved ones started to murmer and whisper as Ken

entered the room looking for his Samantha. These giants sat there like Greek

gods on their thrones looking down at a puny mortal about to judge him. This

frightened Ken and he soon thought, the sooner I find Samantha, the better.

He walked around the waiting room and dodged the occasional giant walking to

pick up another magazine. One of their footsteps could crush him before he got

to experiment with his new size. Suddenly, above one of the skyscraper chair

backs, Ken saw the red mane of his girlfriend.

She was talking with a man about their vacation, and it looked to Ken that she

was annoyed with his propositions. It shot a dagger to his heart that he was

powerless to do anything to stop the man. At ten inches tall, he was no match if

this man wanted to take advantage of Samantha or simply try to charm her away

from him.

"Samantha?" he squeaked. She didn't notice him at first, as her attention was at

fending off the slick come-ons of her conversationalist. "Hey, Samantha! Baby!!"

he shouted.

"Ken???!!" she gasped. "Oh my God, is that you?" The man with her looked down at

his puny competition and smirked. This will be easy, he thought to himself. She

excused him and went to her boyfriend. On her knees, she looked down at her

little man. "I can't believe it! This is amazing." Samantha studied him for

about ten minutes before reaching out for him.

Lifting him up, she noticed that he hardly weighed much at all. If anything he

only weighed about four pounds. He was shivering in her hands due to the air

conditioning. His body wasn't equipped to keep warm like his normal self, so he

hugged her hands as she picked him up.

"Ken, you are so adorable. I think I am going to like this."

"Baby, you can like it all you want, but let's get out of here. I'm freezing!"

Samantha instinctively cuddled him to her chest and made her way outside. Ken

was pushed deep into her cleavage where he could smell her perfume. Samantha

never wore much on her body, but to Ken now, it was overpowering. What was a

spritz to her tits now meant being thrown into a huge flowerbed to Ken. It was

pleasing though, as he had always enjoyed her scent.

Her breasts were soft and warm as well. Ken used all his strength to pull back

her bikini top elastic and bury his face in her titflesh. Samantha walked out

into the bright Carribbean sunlight and made her way to their bungalo. The sun

felt good on Ken's tiny body but the giggling of Samantha's footfalls almost

made him sick. He wasn't used to this much motion and the swaying of her heavy

chest was knocking his body back and forth.

They made their way to the bungalo and soon they were inside. It was adorned

with island themed furnature and artwork. The king-sized bed they would share

looked to be a soccer field to the tiny Ken. Samantha made comment on how much

she loved their place while Ken made comment on how beautiful she was this close

up. She looked down and giggled at his attempts to look inside her bra.

"You like my big tits, do you?" she asked while falling on her back on the big

bed. Ken landed with a soft bounce on her huge right tit. Her erect nipple

pillowed his head as they fell together. Even through the silky fabric of her

bikini top, she felt wonderful.

Samantha gently tossed him onto the bed and sprang up in a jungle cat pose. She

was now on her hands and knees looking down at her little prey. Ken could see

her ass high in the air while covered with her thong bikini bottom and matching

sarong. Oh, to play on those twin mountains, he thought. Samantha looked down at

him hungrily. She stuck out her large pink tongue and licked her painted lips at

him.

"I think I'm really going to like you at this size," she cooed. Samantha reached

her face in and kissed his upper half. Her minty breath washed over him seconds

before she crushed her soft lips around his body. Ken's face was pushed deep

into the wrinkly folds of her lips as she kissed him. Vibrations could be felt

as she hummed her liking. That's when her tongue snaked out and licked him as

well. The strong muscles of her tongue pushed him around and painted him with

wet saliva.

Seconds later, Samantha tore off his tiny clothes and touched his awakening cock

with her finger. Ken dry humped her right index finger while she smiled at him

from above. Using two fingers together, she let him push his erection between

them. He was kissing the pads of her fingers as he made love to her hand.

"Not so fast, little lover," she warned, "I need you to do more to me than just

my hand." She left his aching body on the bed when she rose above him. Samantha

took her bikini top off and let it drop on top of him. Ken curled up when it

covered him. He could fit inside her bra cup completely. Samantha reached down

and used her mouth to massage his body beneath the bra.

Ken could feel her working him over as he smelled lingering traces of her

perfume. The bra was lifted once more and two huge breasts swung dangerously low

over him. Samantha had big tits as it was, but now these were enormous,

pendulous sacks of warm milk waiting to be suckled. Their weight would crush

him, or at least smother him if she weren't careful. However, she was gentle and

lowered a nipple to his mouth.

"Drink from me, baby, if you can. I need to feel you suckling me."

He started nibbling and sucking her baseball-sized nipple while she moaned. Even

at that size, she could feel him working on her nipple. She shot a hand back to

her pussy and rubbed it through her bikini. Together with the nursing of her

little man on her sensitive breast and her talented fingers rubbing her sex,

Samantha let out a deep gutteral moan and soaked her bikini bottoms through.

The smell of orgasm was driving Ken's senses through the roof. He crawled out

from underneath her breast and begged her to show him her saturated cunt.

Samantha got up and pulled down her drenched clothing.

After taking off her thong, she stuck it in Ken's face. He smelled her deep,

then lapped at the plentiful juices that stained her swim suit. Ken drank from

the material and smeared his hands in her honey. Her pussy smell was taking

control of him. He had to have more. At his size, it was easy to become drunk on

her juice. Samantha threw the thong aside and parted her lips for him.

Kneeling with her thighs wide, she lowered her ass and let him play. Ken was now

staring at her huge buttocks, dinner-plate sized @!#$, and dripping three-foot

long pussy. He placed a hand on each of her cheeks and dove his head into her

pussy hole. Ken was greeted with a large wet kiss from her lips. Much like the

kiss she gave him before, but this mouth was deeper with inner folds that

caressed his face as well. It was steamy warm inside her, and every move he made

with his head caused her to contract and massage him some more.

By now Samantha was getting worked up again. This time she pushed his body

deeper to her sex and worked her hips against him. With half his body now inside

her pussy she squirted a lot of juice out which covered him. Ken reacted as

well, shooting his tiny amount of semen into her pussy folds. But at such a

small size, his seed never made it inside her hole. It simply dripped off her

drooling lips.

Ken fell back onto the bed and landed in her wet spot. Samantha rose up to

gently sit on him so she could caress his body. Ken was staring at her large

winking @!#$ and melted into her cheeks. Soon after snuggling with her bottom,

Samantha carried Ken to the king-sized pillow and let him rest. She covered him

with her bikini like they were two silky blankets. Smiling, he fell asleep

instantly. Samantha rested her massive head close to his and drifted off

herself. Sex, combined with jet-lag, suddenly took their toll.

Part 4

Ken was the first to wake. Snuggled in his girlfriend's bikini material, he was

slow to move out from underneath her silky thong material. Not only was he

sticky from her sex, but the scent of pussy was still on the bikini bottom.

Mmmmmmmm, he thought, I love her smell. Ken moved down off the pillow and began

walking the length of the sleeping Samantha.

She lay there quietly, softly snoozing away while her little boyfriend studied

her. Ken watched her massive chest rise and fall with each breath. Her breasts,

now the size of large patio umbrellas, jutted out from her chest and lay one on

top of the other. Dark dusty-rose colored nipples posed, inviting him to suckle.

Her flat tummy was turned on it's side as well forming a fleshy wall that

prevented him from seeing the edge of their bed.

Samantha's tummy curved into her pussy that lay hidden under an enormous thigh.

Her top thigh was drawn in to form an L shape from the rest of her body and

created a fleshy tunnel for him to crawl under. Once he did that, he was greeted

by her drooling lower smile and gorgeous asscheeks. Her other leg extended down

the length of the bed where her huge feet were bent into ballet poses. Ken

decided to explore all of her before coming back to her warm vagina.

His girlfriend's feet emitted an odor he'd never smelled before from her, since

at his new height aromas took on a new sense to his nose. Their heady scent had

him both woosy and excited at the same time. He dared to rub his erect cock

against her sole while caressing her big toe. She felt so soft to him so he kept

up his pace. Soon he came on her foot. Samantha never woke, so he knelt before

his goddess and admired her from this new angle. His cum was running down her

foot and dripped onto the bedspread. He was so small that his ejaculate never

made a wet spot on the thick fabric.

Her pussy was constantly smiling down at him and seemed to invite him back up.

He walked up the length of her again, only this time taking her in from her

backside. Quickly her legs expanded in girth as he walked past her ankles,

calves and thighs. Now he faced her asscheeks once more. They were twin mounds

of lovely skin that rose almost twice his height. Giving thanks for her

willingness to go along with him on the vacation, he reached in and planted a

tiny kiss on her exposed buttock. It felt so good, he kept it up. Kissing her

all over her ass made him feel so tiny, so helpless that he was willing to

actually kiss her ass in gratitude. How submissive he'd become since they landed

on this Carribbean island. He didn't care, however, he was falling in love with

her and could love her on another level while visiting this mysterious island.

Samantha woke to the touch of soft butterfly kisses to her butt. She hummed her

approval and started to move her body. It felt like a soft earthquake to the

little doll man. He grabbed on to handfulls of buttcheek to keep from falling

off the bed.

"Ken?" she asked. She had expected to see her little boyfriend snuggled under

her tropical thong bikini, but he was missing. "Ken, where are you?!" Samantha

was quickly getting alarmed. She rolled to a sitting position and looked around

their room. He was nowhere to be seen. However, it didn't take long to feel tiny

fists hitting her round cheek below.

The giant woman rolled off him, and Ken could finally breathe again. He had been

caught under her ass and was almost smothered if not for his quick thinking to

beat on her flesh to get her attention. Samantha gasped and leaned her face in

close to inspect his condition. She was met with his tiny laughter and broad

smile.

"Don't you do that again, mister! You had me scared to death. We have to be

careful with you at this size. Anything could happen!" Samantha picked up the

Ken doll and held him at arm's length.

"Baby," he tried to calm her, "I wasn't scared. I know that so long as I'm with

you, I'll be just fine. It was kind of fun to be under your ass." he joked.

"This ass is big enough without having it smash my boyfriend to goo," she

snapped.

"It's NOT a big ass," he corrected, "I love you, your beautiful rear end, and

the rest of your body inside and out. You are not fat, sweetie, I'm just little,

that's all." Ken was right. Samantha was stunning, but her self-esteem sometimes

got the better of her.

"Just don't do that again, lover."

***

The couple showered and got dressed to explore the island. It was their second

day and there was way too much to see and do to be cooped up inside their

bungalow.

Samantha showered and dressed into another bikini while Ken used the miniature

shower located near the door to Samantha's. The room they were staying in had a

complete set of bathroom facilities in the size Ken needed. The GTS Resort had

thought of everything for their comfort. Samantha had laid out a pair of tiny

swim trunks and matching shirt. Ken felt he was back in first grade, but

Samantha said he was being silly. Once ready, he lifted his arms to his

girlfriend and she picked him up.

Instead of being lifted to her shoulder or being kept in her hand as he thought,

Ken was instead tucked into the bikini bottoms of Samantha's suit and held in by

her elastic band. It felt as if he was buckled in to a car seat, but he didn't

mind. He was pressed into her warm skin and could feel her pussy lips kissing

his feet. His view was incredible at this angle, for not only was he able to

look up at his goddess, but the crotches of all the other women.

The pair walked down the sidewalk and entered the restaurant. Since it was

all-inclusive, they stood in line and filled their plate in the buffet line. Ken

was staring at the impressive ass cheeks of the woman in front of them. Samantha

didn't notice how close she was pushing his face into that ass as she looked

over the woman's shoulder to see what was offered for food.

Ken was getting an eye-full when the woman bent over too quickly and bounced her

cheeks into his face and Samantha's hips. Ken was knocked around by her butt,

and Samantha instinctively backed up and looked down. The woman turned around

and apologized, then saw that she gave the poor Ken a free show to her ass.

Reddened, she apologized again to Samantha. The two women giggled at the

situation and introduced themselves. Ken was now looking at the other woman's

crotch and smelling a similar, but unique aroma from her sex.

Her tiny doll-man just hung in her bikini while the two women talked. He looked

up at the two pair of breasts inches from each other. The women paid him no

attention, so he gazed at the amazing sizes of those tits, slung in silky

triangular pockets. Ken's cock started to rise at the thought of being between

the four mammaries while they kissed. He was in heaven...

Until he heard the familiar voice of that guy that Samantha tried to shoo away

in the waiting room yesterday. What was this going to do to his miniscule ego

now that this guy was coming over to the women standing in line? He better not

touch my girl, Ken thought. That's all he'd need. He was helpless in Samantha's

G-string bikini.

I have no choice but to pray that Samantha can handle herself. Hopefully the two

women will shed him off like the snake he is, he pondered. He was about to get

his answer...

Part 5

"Ladies, what a pleasant day we're having," the man said as he stepped under the

grass roof of the outdoor eating area. Samantha and her friend looked at each

other, then back to the intruder. It was obvious the friend didn't know him, so

she backed away. He set his attention to Samantha and kept up his bantor.

"You're looking great today. Your name is Samantha, right?" he said. Everytime

he spoke, he moved just a little closer to her. "And I seem to have forgotten

your name," the man said, hoping he could keep the other woman in the

conversation.

"I didn't tell you. I have to go Samantha, it was nice meeting you. I have to

get back to my husband." The woman picked up her plate and walked away. Samantha

was hoping her friend wouldn't leave her stranded.

"So, what are your plans for today? Want some company?" he leered in. What a

jerk this guy is, thought Ken.

"I'm spending the day with my boyfriend, thank you," Samantha answered, patting

Ken on the tummy with her right hand. Damn right she is, he hissed in his mind.

The man looked down at her bikini bottom.

"Oh, I didn't see him there. He is too small to catch my attention. Heh, maybe

later then," he smirked with a sort of lounge-lizard's wink to her. After

shivering on the spot at how rude and lewd he was, Samantha looked down at her

little boyfriend.

"What an @!#$ he was."

"I'd kill that jerk if I were normal size. What nerve!" Ken responded.

"Don't get yourself knotted up in my bikini, Ken, I took care of the problem."

She giggled as she saw Ken swing at the air with his little arms.

***

After their lunch, the two decided to find a private cove and see if they could

catch some rays. They spotted a perfect spot that was white sand and slightly

breezy. A shallow brook flowed from the depths of the jungle along the beach and

emptied into the sea. It was a view right out of the brochure that sold them on

the vacation. Samantha laid out her large beach towel and withdrew Ken from his

"bikini-saddle." She set him down on the sand so she could lay in position.

Ken's feet started to heat up on the sand, so he hopped onto the towel for

protection.

"I brought along your tiny sandals, sweetheart," she said as she set down her

bag. Samantha held them out for Ken. Ken was inches below them and started to

jump for them like the beginning of a basketball game. Samantha held them just

out of reach and giggled at his futile attempts. Once he stopped jumping because

of his bruised ego, she dropped them onto the towel and kissed his head to

apologize. Samantha then started to apply suntan lotion to her chest and tummy

while Ken started to walk across the sand.

"I think I'll go explore the cove a bit."

"Stay right here where I can see you," she warned him, "we don't know what's

lurking in that jungle. I'd hate to know that something in there thought of you

as an afternoon snack."

"Aw come on, I'm little, but I'm still a man. I'll be fine. I can take care of

myself."

"At ten inches tall, you're no bigger than most of the lizards on this island.

You're about the size of the fish the native birds take back to their nests and

feed their chicks. Remember 'Jurassic Park III?' He was fed to the pteradactyl

chicks from the mother after being caught. If you get snatched up, I won't have

time to rescue you. Please sweetie, don't go off exploring."

She had a point. Thoughts of being torn apart didn't settle too nicely for him.

It made his skin crawl to realize that he didn't know exactly what was running

around in the underbrush.

"Besides," she said in her best pouty face, "who will rub this lotion on my back

and legs? Maybe I can get that guy from the restaurant..."

"Alright! You win!" he said, throwing up his hands in the air. He had to admit

that rolling around in suntan oil on his girlfriend's back and asscheeks did

sound better than getting into trouble. He just didn't like being told what to

do.

"Besides, the woman at the front counter said that you have to do as I say at

all times. It's for your own good." Now she's reading minds, he thought.

Ken climbed up her bra string after she squirted a sizeable amount on the middle

of her back. She lay in the tropical sun and sighed her contentment while Ken

walked around on her back. The suntan oil was slick and clung to his hands as he

pushed it around. As fun as it may seem, it was more work to him than pleasure.

At his size, it seemed like weatherproofing a large patio deck than massaging

his girlfriend. Also, later on it became increasingly harder to walk on her new

slippery surface.

Her shoulders were done so he made his way down the small of her back. It was

sort of like being on the high seas while Samantha breathed. Now in the arch of

her lower back, he had those twin hills to climb.

Knowing his direction, Samantha pulled in her bikini bottoms so he could

continue. Her stark white cheeks were very contrasting to her salon tan she got

before flying down to the island. Ken wiped more oil on her butt cheeks and

loved his job. He stole a feel to her exposed ass hole. Samantha jumped and

looked back at her rump.

"Get out of there," she laughed, "that's for later!" Ken liked the sound of

that, so he agreed to move on. Her thighs took quite a while as well, but he

managed to protect her skin all the way down to her ankles. Again, from his

vantage point at her feet, she was truly beautiful in the afternoon sun. He

walked up to her face to let Samantha know he had finished.

Samantha took out the bottle one more time and rubbed some on her palms. Then

she took Ken into her grasp and stroked his body like lubing up her favorite

dildo. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm," she hummed to herself. She licked her lips and watched

Ken while he was being fondled.

Ken had never felt anything like it. The smell of cocoanut, mixed with the soft

sensation of her hands rubbing him like she did on his cock so many times.

Samantha pulled down his swim trunks and made sure she coated his groin too. She

was greeted with his erection and kept her pace at his midsection. Ken let his

head fall back and had her do her thing to him. Soon he came in her hand. It was

unlike any experience before. He panted and slumped in her grip while she licked

the tiny droplets off.

"I wish all my toy cocks would cum for me like that," she cooed. Kissing him

full on the face with her plush lips and darting tongue, Samantha set Ken

between her asscheeks and thighs to rest. There he lay in the fleshy hammock

that was her bikini clad ass. He soon fell asleep feeling her heartbeat from

beneath him. He rest his head on a buttock and hugged her right thigh.

***

When he woke, Ken could hear the sounds of two women chatting away. He was still

on her butt, nestled between her thighs, but now under a colorful canopy of

silky cloth. Aparently Samantha covered his sleepy body with her sarong to keep

the harmful rays of the sun from getting to him.

"Is he under your sarong?" the foreign voice asked.

"Yes, but he's sleeping. Oh wait, I think he's waking up," Samantha answered

her.

"Let me see!" she said joyfully. The sarong was pulled back and sunlight hit the

tiny man's eyes. He covered them, then when they adjusted, he peered up at the

enormous silhouette that soon shrouded his form. It was Carey from the shrinking

room. Only this time she was merely Samantha's size. She gasped and awwed at

him, rubbing his sleepy eyes and stretching. "He is so adorable. May I hold

him?"

"Sure, I have to get up and change position. Take him from me for a second."

Carey's hand scooped Ken from his sleeping area and cuddled him to her chest.

Samantha stood up and brushed sand from her body while Carey caressed his body.

"All men should be this size," she said, admiring him. "They are just the cutest

things like this. Have you..." she asked, making a gesture to her own crotch

suggesting that Samantha used him like a dildo.

"We tried a bit, but he's too big for even that, isn't he? I mean it was sort of

hard pushing him in. I just got his head and shoulders in, but came too quickly

for any real insertion." It was amazing how Samantha took to the women down

here. She could talk to any of them like they were old school friends.

"You almost had it then," Carey said. "I bet with some more practice, you'll fit

him in you like a glove. Try pushing him in feet first." She was using Ken for a

visual aid now, poking at her own thong panty swimsuit with his tiny feet.

"I'll try it." Samantha took back her boyfriend and rested him in her lap as she

sat cross-legged. The two talked about the island while once more, Ken was

ignored and looked up at them. They laughed out loud at certain topics, making

their heavy tits jiggle above him. If only they were bare, he thought. I'd love

to see them bounce around and touch nipples together.

Samantha never tried sexual situations with other women, but said she kissed

other girls at sorority drinking parties. It never really went further past

that. Ken thought he'd give hundreds of dollars to see it happen now. Carey was

a gorgeous curly-haired blonde that had not only a vivid sexiness to her, but a

fun-loving warmth inside that anyone would fall for.

"Well, I should let you two get back to your time together. I just wanted to say

hi and introduce myself since I shared the shrinking chamber with your

boyfriend, Ken. If ever you two need something, or just want 'ideas' for

something new and fun, please let me know. It's my job to make sure you both get

as much fun here as possible." With that, she leaned over and hugged Samantha

warmly. She ended the embrace with a sensual kiss to her cheek and winked.

Carey looked down at the lounging Ken and patted his head. "You be good and do

as she says, now. Good seeing you again, Ken." Carey then got up and walked out

of the cove. They must have talked about him wanting to explore the jungle.

"She's nice," Samantha said as she studied Carey from behind when she left.

"Yeah, she was really nice when we chatted in the shrinking chamber. She filled

me in on the island and somewhat of the technology used in shrinking and

growing. I like her."

"Oh?" she chimed, raising an eyebrow. "Looking at other women now, are we?"

Samantha said in a mocking tone. She accentuated her point by playfully poking

his little tummy. Ken was amazingly ticklish in the ribs area. "Does my little

man want to leave his giant redhead for a fetching blonde, hmm?" Ken was now

laughing out loud in his tinny voice. He had nowhere to hide from her invading

fingertips as she tickled him constantly. She could see he was panting, fighting

for breath so she stopped and started to caress him instead.

"You better not leave me for another, I love you way too much to let you go. I

just might have to keep you this size so you'll be mine forever." With that, she

picked him up again and kissed him all over his chest and tummy. Her bottom lip

felt his cock harden and stand out.

Samantha then got out her bottle of oil again and re-coated him.

"But honey, the sun is starting to set. I don't need more lotion," She stopped

his protest with a large index fingertip to the mouth.

"It's not to protect you, sweetie, it's to lubricate you." Samantha removed her

bikini bottom entirely and lay back on the beach towel. With a kiss across his

entire face, she moved him to her crotch and parted her pussy using her free

hand. She followed Carey's advice and pushed her tiny toy inside, feet first.

The gaping, hungry mouth slid his feet and calves in without much resistance.

Ken could feel her warmth flood over his skin instantly. Next his thighs were

pushed together and swallowed up.

"Oooh, my little Ken-doll, you feel so good!" she whispered. "Yes, that's it,"

Ken's hips slipped past her pubic bone with some adjusting, so now his cock was

buried inside her sex along with his entire lower half. At this rate, he feared,

she would push his entire body inside. Now up to his pectorals, his feet landed

on her cervix. Her pussy walls caressed and contracted around him. Samantha's

fingers held him in place and soon pushed and pulled him about.

Now her sighs were becoming cries and wails. She was fucking her doll man with

wild abandon. Pussy juice flowed around his chest and over his neck. If the

squeezing didn't crush him, the juice might drown him. What a way to go, though,

he thought.

Samantha felt his feet slide around on her cervix while his hands gripped her

clit. She bucked her hips into the air and flooded her tunnel that trapped Ken

in a silky vice. Juice sputtered and spilled out everywhere. It was like being

in a jacuzzi that went out of control. Her contractions squeezed his body and

the hip gyrations was making him motion sick, yet he loved the ride. At that

point all he could see was a blur, all he could smell was pussy juice, all he

could hear was wailing, and all he could taste was creamy cum.

She dared look down at her little captive, and the sight of little Ken fucking

her with his body sent her over the edge. Her puny man-dildo was longer than any

of her other toys, and longer than Ken's own organ at normal size. She was

filled with Ken and came like a fountain.

After settling down from her escapade, she let Ken slip out. He lay there

between her legs and managed to breathe again. He rested against her left inner

thigh and reveled in the heat of freshly orgasmed cream. However, soon that

cream cooled on his miniature form, so he began to shiver in the evening air. He

huddled against her thigh and pussy opening. Samantha simply lay there and

moaned her happiness.

"Mmmmmmmmmm, Carey was right! I wonder what else she knows in that dirty little

mind of hers..."

Part 6

When Samantha was ready to head back to the hotel, she lifted the tiny Ken to

her hips and slipped him into her bikini bottoms on the back side. Ken was now

trapped between her bathing suit and her firm, warm ass cheeks. His only view

was of her waist. She was so warm to him, he embraced her and felt his cock grow

once more in the crack of her butt.

Samantha bent over to pick up their belongings. She took her time to gather the

towel, her suntan oil, sandals, and Ken's clothing. Meanwhile Ken was pulled

into her backside. The more she bent over, the more he was crushed into her

butt. At this angle, it looked like he was humping her from behind. He felt like

a big man for the first time since he shrunk. He could see her back arch its way

toward the ground, and he admired the view. His hips were pressed so far into

her crack, he could feel his cock slide into her @!#$. It was pure heaven.

Samantha rose and started her long journey back along the beach to the hotel.

While she admired the sunset, he admired the sensation of her large butt cheeks

massaging his body. He hugged her as much as he could and let her ass dance with

him.

****

They got back to the hotel and ordered room service. After the long hike back,

Samantha was not in any mood to dance or go out to eat. They decided to stay in

and play, letting tomorrow night be their night out. She showered, leaving her

man strapped in behind her. Ken couldn't help the constant wash and shower spray

soak him thoroughly. Samantha gave him a washcloth to wash himself and as much

of her as he could reach. She hummed a tune to herself and made sure to bend

over many times.

As she rubbed the soap-spongy between each of her toes, Ken was rubbing the

cloth over the small of her back as if he was detailing a car hood. Samantha

wiped the reflective shower wall of its steam and looked down at her trapped

boyfriend. He was loving his predicament and smiled as he rubbed her cheeks and

back. She then rubbed his backside with her hand and found his tiny ass.

Pressing her finger hard into him, Samantha used her other hand to rub her clit.

Now she arched her back and really gave the couple a show. Ken was bucking into

her ass crack as much as he could in hopes to find her @!#$ again.

Samantha turned off the water and stood dripping wet for two reasons. Her body

was cascading rivulets of shower water down her form, while her pussy was

soaking up again. Ken moved his legs inside the stretched fabric when Samantha

started to pull on her suit. By pulling on it forward, it caused the bikini to

rub her clit more and more. This also caused Ken's knees to dive into her pussy

hole. His feet now rubbed into her clit as well. Ken stretched out his hands and

hugged her gigantic cheeks while his face was plastered into that ass crack.

Samantha came, but it only made her hungrier. She pulled him out and set him on

the bed.

"You've got a fetish for asses, don't you?" she chided him.

"I can't help it," he breathed, "your's is incredibly sexy to me and the

sensation is total warmth, softness and a sensualness I've never experienced

before."

"Well, my sexy toy-man, it's time you learned to love other parts of me. Lie

down." Samantha emphasized her point by pushing him onto a pillow and taking off

her towel. Hanging loose now were her beautiful 36C breasts. The nipples were

dark pink and hard. She wiggled them over his mini frame. Laughing at his

situation, she started to bob her shoulders up and down. This made her tits

bounce off him and knock him around. Ken was getting bowled over by her enormous

mammaries. He was knocked clear off the pillow and almost to the floor when she

decided to swing her tits like twin wrecking balls.

The impact took him off-balance. The next thing Ken knew, he was hanging from

the pillow case with his feet dangling in mid-air. Samantha looked over the edge

and half-laughing/half-serious apologized for playing too rough. Once back on

the bed, Ken admitted it was fun, but he wanted to suckle her.

Samantha put Ken back in place on the pillow and let him take as much nipple

into his mouth as possible. For being as stiff as they were, they were still

spongy to suck on. No infant in the world had ever sucked on as big a tit as Ken

was experiencing. He did feel like a baby for a bit, before he got used to the

idea of this sort of foreplay. Her breast was so large to him, it was hard to

look around it and see his girlfriend smiling and moaning while he sucked.

"I need you to @!#$ my tits, little man," she now demanded. Pushing him deep

into the pillow, she gave him their full weight. Ken was now trapped in a prison

of warm, perfumed tit-flesh and soft pillow molding to meet his form. It's like

fucking her ass, only with nipples to pinch, he thought. Ken could feel her warm

breath as she panted. She could feel his cock slide up and down between her

tits. She slid her hands underneath Ken's pillow and pushed him deeper to her.

Now the steady heartbeat of his lover could be felt on either side of his cock

from her cleavage. He timed his thrusts with her heart and kissed her neck when

she lowered her head next to him. Ken's tiny screams and cries were hardly

noticeable, but he shouted for dear life when he let loose his load.

"MMMMMMMMMM, thank you baby" Samantha panted when she felt him let go. Instead

of getting up, she decided that's how the couple would sleep that night. Ken was

plenty warm underneath her chest and blanket of silky, thick red hair. Murmuring

her good night, she kissed his head and settled off to bed. Ken kissed her back,

smiling at how wonderful this whole vacation was becoming.

Part 7

The next morning Samantha woke first. She was lying naked on her tummy just the

way she fell asleep the night before. A warm breeze flowed over her curves and

the sound of the ocean was washing over the rocks. She lay there on the resort

bed and listened to the crashing waves. How relaxing, she thought. The sun was

just peeking over the horizon now.

Samantha got up and stretched. On the pillow beneath her lie her tiny ten-inch

boyfriend. He was so adorable at that size. His little body breathed in and out

in a slow, relaxed state. Ken stirred a bit, then settled back down to another

position for more sleep. Samantha giggled to herself and sighed at his cute

little way on that king-sized pillow. She got up and found a silky pair of clean

panties in her suitcase to tuck him in. With the elastic waistband now under his

tiny chin, she was pleased and decided to take in the morning sunrise.

It wasn't a far walk for her. She padded across the white sand and stood just

where the water finally stopped washing the beach. The cool water tickled her

toes. Wrapped in a resort sheet, she stood silently and let the dawning day's

sunlight warm her bronzed skin. She thought of waking her mini-boyfriend to

share this moment, but knew that her Ken-doll needed his rest. She would bring

him out here tomorrow morning, she thought. That would be much better. He was so

good at pleasing her last night that his reward would be sleeping in late.

This was to be her time. Samantha's mini-vacation from her vacation; and her

life. This was her time. The breeze felt so good on her face, and no one else

was around. She dared open her sheet and let the sea-breeze have its way on her

chest and tummy. Smiling, she let the wind lick at her skin and harden her

nipples. She could feel her vagina getting wet as this new invisible lover

caressed and tickled her skin. Getting more daring, Samantha opened her sheet

like a beach towel and parted her legs to the morning. She tilted her head back

and let the morning sun and wind have her.

Clap clap clap!

Samantha froze. Then instinct took over and she whipped the sheet back over her

form. Spinning around in a whirl of white sheet and red wavy hair, Samantha

turned to see who had given her a round of applause. It was him.

"Hey, sweetheart, don't cover up on my account. I was enjoying the show." the

man from the waiting area, and then the restaurant had said to her.

"Go away!" Samantha hissed. He had already ruined a perfect morning. He was

going to ruin more of it if he continued to stay. The man stepped across the

sandy beach and sat down facing her.

"My name is Brian. Brian Valancy. We never did get to formal introductions."

Brian stuck out his hand, but Samantha never accepted it. She kept the sheet

closed tightly around her body. Brian was wearing a running suit and jogging

shoes. Apparently he was out for a morning run when he spotted Samantha walking

to the ocean's edge.

"I see you're out here alone. Where's the shrimp today? Didn't he fulfill you

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