Written by M.A.G. ~ August 22,2000 ~ E-mail:Gypsyroo@aol.com
Disclaimer: The Pretender is not mine; it belongs to MTM, evil NBC which canceled it, etc. Jarod belongs to Miss Parker and vice versa in my mind.
*Note: I don't feel this warrants a rating of NC-17, so I'm leaving it as R. Let me know if you feel the rating should be upped. Like my last Pretender story,(and 99% of what I write,) it was written at the spur of the moment circa 2 am so if you find any major typos, let me know.
***PLEASE LEAVE FEEDBACK....PRETTY PLEASE???:o)
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Sex on the Beach
Vacation, she'd almost forgotten the meaning of the word. A vacation, something she hadn't had in a long time and desperately needed. She closed her eyes, reveling at the effect of the sound of the waves had over her. For one whole week, she didn't have to worry about Sydney, her father, Raines, Lyle, or Broots, and most importantly, Jarod. For a week, she was free. She extinguished her cigarette in the sand.
A voice behind her: "Have you ever tried sex on the beach?"
She snatched her sun glasses off her face and turned around, seeing bare feet, a man's legs, and khaki shorts whose owner was very well endowed. She looked up. Jarod. She kept her face stoic, not wanting him to savor the effect his question had upon her.
He handed her a drink. She took a sip, following his lead. Sex on the Beach. She removed the little hot pink umbrella and twirled its toothpick handle between her thumb and index finger. Her claws were meticulously painted a passionate crimson. A smile played on her lips. She wanted to laugh.
"Not nearly as good as the real thing, or so I imagine." he said.
She stood up."What are you doing here, doesn't Mary Poppins need help saving the world or something?" she snapped, feeling his eyes on her.
"Can't a man buy a little lady a drink?"
"Little lady? Oh yeah, I'm just the girl next door, just your favorite friendly neighborhood dominatrix."she said wryly. She set her drink down in the sand beside her chair.
He smirked at her last remark. "Cranberry is definitely your color." he said, pulling his sunglasses down, admiring her skimpy string bikini.
"I'm sure that all you're looking at is the color." Before she realized it, he was only inches away. He positioned one hand on the small of her back, the other cupped her face. He kissed her furiously. He lay her down on the fine sand. Her hand traveled up his chest, freeing him of the teal button down shirt which was already unbutton, exposing him way before she got to him.
He nibbled on her lower lip, then neck. Jarod tenderly caressed her breasts. He peeled the top off of her, revealing nothing to the imagination. She moaned as she felt his hot tongue on her hard, tiny buds, enjoying every sensation he erupted within her.
"Jarod...mmhmm..." she murmered. She felt something pinch her arm. She felt like she was on fire. She opened her eyes. A small ugly crab rested on her lap. She got up and screamed. She looked down at her shoulder; her skin was as red as a lobster's.
She gasped in horror as she realized she was topless, in public, on a nude beach, in front of Jarod. She covered herself up mortified "You should have put some sun block on, Parker. Do you know you're very vocal when you're asleep?" Jarod said, a smile etched onto his face.
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Disclaimer: The Pretender is not mine; it belongs to MTM, evil NBC which canceled it, etc. Jarod belongs to Miss Parker and vice versa in my mind.
*Note: I don't feel this warrants a rating of NC-17, so I'm leaving it as R. Let me know if you feel the rating should be upped. Like my last Pretender story,(and 99% of what I write,) it was written at the spur of the moment circa 2 am so if you find any major typos, let me know.
***PLEASE LEAVE FEEDBACK....PRETTY PLEASE???:o)
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Sex on the Beach
Miss Parker leaned back in her beach chair, the sun beating down on her while the gentle winds tousled her sable hair. The beach was practically empty; those who remained sat far away too consumed in their own little worlds to notice her. The sun would be setting soon.
Vacation, she'd almost forgotten the meaning of the word. A vacation, something she hadn't had in a long time and desperately needed. She closed her eyes, reveling at the effect of the sound of the waves had over her. For one whole week, she didn't have to worry about Sydney, her father, Raines, Lyle, or Broots, and most importantly, Jarod. For a week, she was free. She extinguished her cigarette in the sand.
A voice behind her: "Have you ever tried sex on the beach?"
She snatched her sun glasses off her face and turned around, seeing bare feet, a man's legs, and khaki shorts whose owner was very well endowed. She looked up. Jarod. She kept her face stoic, not wanting him to savor the effect his question had upon her.
He handed her a drink. She took a sip, following his lead. Sex on the Beach. She removed the little hot pink umbrella and twirled its toothpick handle between her thumb and index finger. Her claws were meticulously painted a passionate crimson. A smile played on her lips. She wanted to laugh.
"Not nearly as good as the real thing, or so I imagine." he said.
She stood up."What are you doing here, doesn't Mary Poppins need help saving the world or something?" she snapped, feeling his eyes on her.
"Can't a man buy a little lady a drink?"
"Little lady? Oh yeah, I'm just the girl next door, just your favorite friendly neighborhood dominatrix."she said wryly. She set her drink down in the sand beside her chair.
He smirked at her last remark. "Cranberry is definitely your color." he said, pulling his sunglasses down, admiring her skimpy string bikini.
"I'm sure that all you're looking at is the color." Before she realized it, he was only inches away. He positioned one hand on the small of her back, the other cupped her face. He kissed her furiously. He lay her down on the fine sand. Her hand traveled up his chest, freeing him of the teal button down shirt which was already unbutton, exposing him way before she got to him.
He nibbled on her lower lip, then neck. Jarod tenderly caressed her breasts. He peeled the top off of her, revealing nothing to the imagination. She moaned as she felt his hot tongue on her hard, tiny buds, enjoying every sensation he erupted within her.
"Jarod...mmhmm..." she murmered. She felt something pinch her arm. She felt like she was on fire. She opened her eyes. A small ugly crab rested on her lap. She got up and screamed. She looked down at her shoulder; her skin was as red as a lobster's.
She gasped in horror as she realized she was topless, in public, on a nude beach, in front of Jarod. She covered herself up mortified "You should have put some sun block on, Parker. Do you know you're very vocal when you're asleep?" Jarod said, a smile etched onto his face.
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