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He cradled her head and laid her back on the blanket. He partially draped himself over her while propping himself up on his elbow so that his face was over hers. He gently brushed the hair away from her face.

Blaine reached up and ran her hands through his hair.
I must have this man. Now.
She pulled him toward her and as his lips touched hers, she used her tongue to part his lips. Santiago groaned and responded in kind.

As they kissed, his hand moved under her halter and he released her breast from the dress. His kisses moved down her neck to her chest and then to her breasts. She sighed and arched her back as his warm mouth touched her nipple. He quickly freed the other breast as well and kissed his way between each one. Then he worked his way slowly and gently back up her neck to her lips.

She reached up behind her neck and untied the sundress to allow it to fall. Santiago used his hands to slide the dress down and off of her, leaving her naked except for her thin panties. He looked down at her body admiringly.

“You are a most beautiful woman.”

“Thank you. Turnabout is fair play, though.” And with that, she reached up and began to unbutton his shirt. She slid the shirt off of his shoulders revealing his beautiful chest and muscular stomach.

“And, you, my friend, are no slouch.” She said, returning his admiration.

She reached down and unbuttoned his pants. He smiled, rolled onto his back and pulled them down and off of his legs. He was already hard and his penis was as stunning as the rest of his body.

He started to roll back over and she put a hand on his chest to stop him. She leaned over him and took her tongue and beginning at his neck, licked in a soft circular motion. She worked her way down from his neck to his chest. She flickered her tongue over each of his nipples and he flinched and drew in a breath each time her tongue touched him.

Her tongue made its way down his flat stomach to his inner thighs. His groans and his breathing let her know that she was hitting her mark with each lick. She grasped the base of his penis with one hand and held tightly as she gently lowered her mouth onto his shaft. He groaned and grabbed her hair with one of his hands. As she worked her magic by slowly inserting his penis in and out of her mouth, he quivered with desire. She kept her hand firmly at the base of his penis causing it to engorge with blood and making it even more sensitive.

Finally, Santiago called out, “Stop. I can’t . . . wait.”

She knew she had pushed him almost to the point of no return. She looked up at him from between his legs and he grabbed her head between his hands and pulled her up on him. He placed his hand on her back and in one move rolled over on top of her. He parted her legs and gently placed himself inside of her.

He took a deep breath to compose himself and whispered in her ear, “This is how I want to come. Inside you.”

With that he began to slowly thrust into her. Blaine was ready—the taste of him combined with his beauty had increased her desire. Him being on top of her and inside her only served to increase her need for satisfaction. She placed one of her hands on each of his buttocks. She used this to control his speed. Santiago caught on immediately and let her take the lead.

As her breath deepened, so did the intensity of her tugging, pulling him into her faster and faster. Santiago tried to maintain his breath in an effort to slow his mounting climax. Just as he thought he was going to explode if he held back another minute, Blaine’s back arched and she cried out as her body shuddered. As she came her fingernails dug into his buttocks and the pain sent Santiago over the brink. He began to thrust as he clung to her, releasing himself inside of her. The intensity of his climax made him feel as if he were splitting into a million pieces.

They lay in each other’s arms for a moment. Both exhausted and satisfied. The warm breeze felt wonderful and Blaine felt relaxed and at peace.

The sun hit Blaine in the face
awakening her.
Where am I?
Then she remembered. The beach, the blanket, Santiago.
Santiago!
She quickly looked over and he was sleeping peacefully as if falling asleep on the beach were an everyday occurrence.
Well, for him this probably is an everyday occurrence. But holy crap. Not for me!

She sat up and began to gather her thoughts. She saw her sundress crumpled beside the blanket on the sand. Giggling, she stood to shake it out and put it back on.

“Ah, you should leave it off. The sunrise is the best time.”

Blaine hadn’t realized that Santiago was awake. He lay on the blanket, his beautiful naked body washed in pink from the sunrise.

“Hmmm . . . well maybe I need some convincing.” She replied.

Santiago laughed. He stood and reached for her. Playfully, Blaine pulled away and ran for the water. Santiago was close behind. They reached the ocean and Blaine realized that the warm water felt great on her naked body. Even better, was the feel of Santiago’s body as he pulled her to him while the waves gently swayed them.

She felt his erection.
This just cannot get any better.

He put both hands under her cheeks and pulled her up onto him. Blaine responded by wrapping both her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. He lifted her and inserted himself into her. They just let the water gently rock them back and forth. With each wave, Blaine felt herself get more aroused as Santiago’s penis would penetrate her in a matching thrust of the wave.

The motion of the water, the sound of the surf, and the thrusting of Santiago in rhythm with the ocean, combined with the sun on her back were Blaine’s undoing. She began to gently climax and her breathing became faster and her head rolled back in enjoyment.

Santiago, pulled her closer, whispering, “Come baby. Let me give you pleasure once more.”

The feeling of his breath in her ear escalated her climax from gentle to throbbing. She leaned her head back and Santiago kissed the salt off of her neck as she began to moan.

“That’s it baby. Give in to me.”

And she did. She felt herself cry out as she used her legs to intensify the thrusting. As she climaxed, she squeezed him in her legs as if to have him further penetrate her. Before she could catch her breath, Santiago placed his hands on her hips and began to rock her back and forth with an intensity that was almost unbearable. She quivered again as she climaxed and clung to the back of his neck as he thrust and came inside her.

Spent, they remained in this position for what seemed an eternity, letting the warm water rush over their satisfied bodies. Finally, Santiago lifted Blaine off of him and she stood on the ocean floor, feeling the sand on her bare feet. She looked up at him and he leaned down and gently kissed her. Without a word, he took her hand and led her back to the blanket. They fell down, side-by-side and held hands as they let the sun dry their bodies.

Blaine stepped out of the shower
and wrapped her hair in towel. She looked in the mirror and smiled at herself.
You may be turning 35, but damn girl, you can still rock a young guy’s world.
She giggled as she thought of the doorman’s face as she walked in the hotel wearing her wrinkled sundress and a smile. Santiago was forced to drop her off around the block for fear of losing his job. That was okay with Blaine. She enjoyed keeping the front desk staff guessing.

As she dressed, she realized that she was a bit sad about returning home. As much as she missed Vince and her friends, she was really enjoying the sense of freedom of being anonymous. She realized that going home meant that she would have to face reality as she and Vince decided their future and which direction iOpia, Inc. would take them.
I am just not ready yet to make that decision. I am not sure I am ready for the boredom of only legitimate clients.

Before she could dwell on it much longer, there was a knock at the door. Blaine smiled and secretly hoped that Santiago had found a way to sneak in. She opened the door in anticipation. She was disappointed to see a bellman standing with a card his hand.

“Yes?” She asked, pouting a bit that it wasn’t Santiago.

“Miss Anderson?”

“Yes, I am Miss Anderson.”

“This is for you.”

“Thank you. Hold on a minute.” Blaine grabbed her wallet and pulled out a tip for the man.

“Thank you miss. Enjoy your day.”

“No problem. You’re welcome.”

She closed the door and walked over to sit on the bed. She carefully opened the card. It was handwritten and her heart stopped as she immediately recognized the handwriting.

Blaine,

A driver will pick you up at 2 this afternoon and take you to the private airport on the island. A jet awaits you and will bring you to Beijing. I have something I want to share with you. Whatever you need, we will buy. I trust this will serve as an adequate birthday present.

~Julian

Blaine’s mouth dropped open. She realized that she wasn’t breathing and took in a deep breath.
Julian? How did he know I was here? How did he get a note here? A jet? Beijing? Oh. My. God.

She looked at her watch and realized that she had to finish dressing and pack. As she tossed her swimsuits and sundresses into her suitcase, her mind kept spinning.
Is it cold there? This is all I have. I am supposed to fly home tomorrow. What about Vince? What do I tell him when I don’t come back? I can’t tell him about Julian. Holy crap!

Finally, she stood and ran her fingers through her hair.
Get a grip, B. He said you could buy whatever you need. You are a soon-to-be 35-year old woman and you don’t need permission. Plus, it is Julian. Oh. My. God. Julian is doing this for me. For my birthday!

Dressed and packed, she grabbed her phone and called Vince. She hoped that she would sound believable.

“Hey B! Great to hear from you! How is Tahiti?”

“Well, my darling boy, Tahiti and all of its men are delightful. So delightful in fact that I believe I will stay a few more days.”

“Oh.” Vince said sounding disappointed, “Eric and I are just getting over our jetlag.”

“And, how was Rome?”

“It was good. A lot of sites. I mean a lot of sites, but I can fill you in when I see you. When will I see you? When are you coming home?”

Blaine realized that she did not know the answer to that question. All she knew is that in a few short hours she would be on a jet to Beijing. And she also knew she couldn’t let Vince know.

“Umm . . . well . . . “

“Oh, I see how it is, you have you some hottie there and you want to keep noodling on the beach.” He said playfully.

“Noodling? I hardly think I am spending my time noodling, but yes, there is a hottie.”

“Hmmm. . . maybe Eric and I should come there and join you. The sun would be great after Rome.”

“Well, that’s always a possibility,” Blaine said as her heart sunk.
Holy crap! Come here???? Now what do I do???

“Okay, well, just stay in touch. I doubt Eric will want to go anywhere, but we always spend our birthdays together.”

Whew! So that’s what this is about.

“We will have a big celebration as soon as I am home. I promise. I just need a few more days.”

“Okay, B. Love you and miss you. I hope you come home soon.”

“Love you too. Soon.”

As she hung up, she felt a touch of sadness. It was true, she and Vinny had always spent their birthdays together, even as children. This would be different. Then a smile crossed her face.
Different is good. This is an unexpected adventure.

The driver pulled up at the small concourse.
He helped Blaine out of the car and retrieved her suitcase from the trunk. She was wearing a red sundress that hugged her curves nicely. The red looked great against her tan skin. She had left her hair loose and it was blowing gently in the breeze.

She followed him into the small building and a very pleasant woman was there to greet her.

“Miss Anderson?”

“Yes.”
Geez, didn’t I just have this conversation?

“Welcome. We are ready to board you. Please follow me.”

“Certainly.”
I mean what else I am going to do at this point. Holy crap! Am I really getting on a jet to Beijing?
Her nerves started to get to her and she forced herself to act confident as she followed the woman out of the building and onto the tarmac where the jet, doors open and staircase ready, awaited.

The woman stopped at the bottom of the stairs. She smiled and waved for Blaine to ascend to the plane. Blaine returned her smile and obliged. As she got to the top of the stairs, she turned to take one last look at Tahiti.
Goodbye Tahiti. Goodbye Santiago. Sorry I didn’t get to tell you goodbye in person and tell you what a fabulous trip this has been.

She turned and stepped into the jet. As she looked around admiring how nice the interior was, a seat swiveled toward her. She stopped and stared. Julian was waiting with a glass of champagne in his hand. He stood, and grabbed another glass from the small table in front of him and walked the short distance to Blaine. She still had not moved.