30 comments/ 103616 views/ 44 favorites The Reluctant Neighbour By: cerrotorre Shannon was fidgeting and rocking her chair backwards and forwards, clunking it on the floor each time. Her feet were propped up against the railing and her jean shorts were bunching up around her upper thighs as she pushed back to rock the chair. Rob was getting annoyed. He was deeply into the detailed engineering of the robotic elements of the design. Getting this part right was critical to the success of the project. Shannon's company, normally a mildly distracting diversion from the work, was not welcome at this time. Must be like having kids when they are becoming a pain in the butt, he thought. He still didn't know why she hung out on his porch, even if they were neighbours. Tran Nui was a young adult playground and there were lots of them around. A random thought went through Rob's mind that there must be a beach somewhere in Vietnam specifically reserved for middle aged people. The youthfulness of the place was getting to him. The abundance of lithe tanned bodies was picturesque and he couldn't deny the visual appeal. It was just that being, on average, twice the age of most of the beach residents was making him feel like an alien from another planet. Shawn, another engineer with the company, had suggested Tran Nui as a good place to work on designs after the contract was signed with the Chinese auto company and before they could begin work proper. Going back to Toronto was an option, however Rob took a good four days each way to get over the jet lag during which time his productivity cratered. The engineering firm that Rob was a partner in couldn't really afford the time for him to be nodding off by one thirty in the afternoon. Thinking back now, however, a recommendation for a quiet destination from a twenty something engineer was probably not the best advise. Generally, however the kids at the beach resort left him alone. He was the old guy they couldn't quite figure out why he was there. Still, it was truly a beautiful place and for the most part he was in isolation which allowed him to get his work done. Except of course, now there was Shannon fidgeting on the porch of his hut. When she first arrived ten days ago she had glanced at him from her adjoining porch, grunted a perfunctory hi and then cleared out as fast as possible, striding quickly down the beach in the direction of the beach bar. 'Hi' was all he ever heard out of her when their paths crossed in the first few days. He was barely aware of her existence and he was certain that few of her thoughts were lost on him. All was good. Further down the beach a bunch of young people were setting up a volleyball game. Not wanting to sound too obvious about his need to get her off of his front porch, Rob casually glanced over at the youthful tanned bodies and as gently as possible said to Shannon: "Hey, looks like a game being set up. I bet they could use some more players," Rob glanced expectantly at her and then over to the net. "Are you trying to get rid of me?" she snapped back, her eyes widening and flaring. This was followed be even more fidgeting. So much for the subtle approach he thought. Was he about to get a lesson in parenting that he never had the need for? "um, no ... just thought it might be getting a bit boring sitting beside an older guy wrapped up in his um .... laptop," Rob awkwardly replied, somewhat taken aback by her irritability. What was up with her and why was she taking it out on him. A feeling of tension settled over the porch. 'I could get this atmosphere in a conference room at the office. I don't need to travel halfway around the planet for this,' Rob thought. Never having had children he was at a loss as what to do or say next so he went back to design specs. Well sort of, his awareness of the icy atmosphere was throwing him off his game. *** Earlier The first time communication between Rob and Shannon went beyond a perfunctory 'hi' was five nights after she had arrived next door. The bar had been rocking that night. For a couple of hours , Joel, an Australian backpacker, had been lining up tequila shots on the table that Shannon had been sharing with him and two other Ozzie girls. Shannon had failed to notice that Amy and Ruth had stopped taking shots. She had missed their perplexed looks directed at her. She was too far gone at that point. The two other girls had no idea how a five foot one girl could drink so much and still stand until they realized that Shannon couldn't. Shannon had previously ignored all drinking games during undergrad. That night, however, had been enchanting - with soft winds blowing through the open air bar, the sound of the waves crashing on the beach and her animated, lively Australian drinking mates made her forget her normal inhibitions. She became seriously, stupidly intoxicated. Amy and Ruth, with sheepish help from Joel, walked, or more precisely dragged Shannon back to her porch, found her key in her purse and flopped her onto the bed. When she seemed to be deeply sleeping and out of immediate danger they quietly left. Rob had heard the commotion of their arrival at about one in the morning. Kids, he groaned and pulled a pillow over his head. He tossed and turned for awhile, trying to get back to sleep when he heard Shannon's door slam back against the hinges then awkward noises as someone lurched out onto the sand. There was a moment of quiet and then the sound of violent retching reached him. 'Ooookaay,' he thought. He knew what that was all about, thankful that similar substance abuse was a distant memory of his past. The vomiting continued for close to two minutes. He started to stir. At first, he tried pulling the pillow down more tightly over his ears but the volume of the retching was only slightly diminished. Suddenly, he bolted upright in bed as his first aid skills and awareness kicked in. He presumed this was his neighbour and quite possibly he was the only person in range and conscious of her distress. Passing out and choking on vomit was a clear threat to someone as far gone as she apparently was. Rob pulled himself awake, dragged on his cargo shorts and padded out on bare feet towards the sound of the retching. It was his neighbour and she was on her knees, her face in the dim moonlight was hanging over a puddle on the sand. She was wheezing and gasping. "Hi, I'm your neighbour, Rob Mclean. I am trained in first aid. Would you like some help?" He had recently re-certified in basic and advanced first aid so was well aware of the drill. "What's your name," he asked when he received no immediate reply to his offer of assistance. He wanted to hear her talk to confirm the ABC's of her health. She gasped, "Sh..sh.. Shannon," before vomiting again, mostly dry heaves. Her words assured Rob that her airway, breathing and circulation were okay. He did some secondary assessment and when not seeing any obvious signs of bleeding or other issues he gently put his hand on her shoulder to try to start calming her down. The vomiting gradually abated and her breaths slowly normalized to soft open mouth gasps. "I'm a fucking idiot," she quietly spoke while staring at the sand . Rob thought, 'Hey, no doubt about that!' But he cut kids her age some slack remembering back to his own youth and the wretched stuff he had done to his body. "Do you think you can make it over to the washroom? You need to clean up a bit." He gently helped her stand up and she walked unsteadily over to the primitive resort's communal washroom. He sat her down on the edge of the toilet and then ran back to get a wash cloth and towel. Returning, he guided her to the sink, got the cloth ready with warm water and handed it to her. Shannon got the drool and chunks off of her chin and throat -- ugh!, sheepishly glancing up at the middle aged man she had so rudely awoken in the middle of the night with her stupidity. It was like having her dad there however, a calming and patient presence. But he wasn't her dad, he was a total stranger, but she was too grateful for the help and too messed up to get very alarmed, even though all the training said she should be cautious. Some instinct told her she had nothing to be concerned about regarding her rescuer, but even so, her choice of rescuers was limited at that time. After the residue of vomit was off her face she could still smell the sour odor. Looking down she could see it on her t-shirt. 'I've got to get this off,' she thought, and glanced at Rob. Both of them were looking uncomfortable. Preserving privacy in a first aid situation was part of the training. Rob looked down where she had been looking and realized the issue at hand. "Look. I'm going to hold this towel up and you can take off the t-shirt and I will wrap you in the towel," he offered. She turned her back to him, pulled the t-shirt off and dropped it on the floor. Rob folded the towel towards her. A small groan silently passed his lips as he saw close up what he had only seen from a distance; the beautifully sculpted and tanned back of a gorgeous young woman. A small bra strap was the only thing interrupting the smooth delicateness of her skin. In wrapping the towel around her he held it against her chest until she slid out an arm out and clasped the folds in front of her breasts. For the briefest of seconds Rob had his hands in contact with the twenty two year old's soft mounds. 'Oh god, get me out of here,' he thought. 'She has got to be thoroughly creeped out!' If you had of asked Shannon before this moment if she would have been appalled by him touching her, even so indirectly she would have screamed YES. Curiously, a still functioning part of her mind didn't really object and her body felt a slight shiver go through it. The shiver was not altogether unpleasant. Maybe it was the alcohol. Tomorrow she would be appalled by having been touched by him in such an intimate place as her breasts, even so lightly through the towel. But now, hmmm ... Alcohol and her distress for sure. His bare chest had also been in brief contact with her back, even if through the material of the towel. Yes, and that touch had been oddly calming ... and something else ... but she wasn't going there. Tequila will do strange things to you was the obvious explanation for the warmth she had briefly felt in her belly. The cleanup done, Rob nodded over towards the toilet questioningly. "Um .. yes. I probably should." Despite the dehydrating effect of all the vomiting she still felt the need to pee. "I'll be outside the door waiting. If you feel faint, just yell." "Okay, thanks." Shannon emerged a couple minutes later and shakily stepped out the door. Rob guided her back to her room, fluffed up the pillows and helped her lean back on her bed. He was in full first responder mode and worked efficiently. The next concern was dehydration and related after effects" "Do you have any orange juice or other non-alcoholic drinks?" he asked. Shannon sheepishly shook her head. "Don't go anywhere, I have some, will be right back." 'As if ..,' she thought, having barely made it back to the bed with assistance. Rob came back with a large glass of juice, sat on the edge of the bed and handed it to her. Shannon felt that shiver go through her again as he sat down beside her. He watched the glass go unsteadily towards her lips , his facial expression willing her to drink and not drop the glass. She drank about half, handed him the glass which he put on the edge of the bedside table. "I'll leave the carton of juice on the table beside the glass. Drink all you can. I'll leave now if you think you are ok. Try to go to sleep but keep drinking when you wake up. Are you ok?" He had real concern in his eyes she could see, for what reason she had no idea. His eyes were a very deep blue in the dim light of the single bedside lamp. She felt uncomfortable by even registering that observation. She groaned, covered her eyes with her arm and said, "I think I will be ok. Thank you, thank you so much for helping me, the dumb stupid knucklehead that I am." "Don't worry, everyone does this once in awhile at your age," Rob said as he got up, moved to the door and turned to say good night, even though it was close to morning by now. "Good night," she returned, her arm still over her eyes, as if to hide the discomfort and possibly, her embarrassment. He was about to close the door when she said, "Um ...Rob, could you do one more thing for me?" "Sure, what?" "Could you pull my jeans off please? I'm afraid the contortions to do it myself will bring on another round of .. well you know what ..." 'Oh, crap,' he thought. 'What does a male first responder do when a female asks him to pull her pants off.' He didn't think that chapter was in the manual. Slowly he stepped towards her, eying how tight her black jeans were. This wont be easy he thought. Resting a knee on the bed he waited for her to undo the top button and pull down the zipper with one hand all the while holding the other arm over her eyes. Steady man, he thought as he reached up and took the edges of the waistband and along with some help from her slowly pulled them down over her hips while trying desperately not to look at her stomach and breasts as the towel separated and secondly, not to touch her panties while peeling off what felt like a second skin. How do they breath with clothes this tight he thought? He was sure he felt a tremor go through her as she lifted up her butt to allow him to pull them off. He thought that the shiver was from the alcohol poisoning. She thought that the shiver of excitement was also from the tequila as she responded to the feel of a man taking her pants off. In the back of her mind another voice chirped, 'its not the tequila.' 'Go away,' she thought, 'That's gross!' Her hand slowly slid away from her eyes which she focused on him slowly while whispering, "Thank you again." With that Rob got out of there as fast as he could. ***** Next morning at about 9am Rob was sitting on his porch working on his second cup of coffee. The morning had been misty and he thought perhaps the long string of warm sunshine and fluffy clouds resulting from the high pressure system was moving out. Being from temperate Toronto he really didn't expect fair weather systems to stick around more than a few day. This was Vietnam though, and he gathered that unless the monsoons had arrived this beautiful system could go on for weeks. Shortly after, the mist burned off and another glorious day was beginning. Wifi in the resort was shaky at best and right now it was working. He was using the opportunity to communicate back to his office, sending drawings, text and further research topics back for the junior staff to deal with. He was a mechanical engineer by training but his interest was in aerodynamics, the heart of their business and that was what was motivating him professionally. Drifting in and out of his thoughts was the basket case in the adjoining cabana. He had peeked in at around 7 and she was curled up in a ball at the top of the bed. A slight wheezing breath was audible and a gentle rise and fall of her exposed back indicated to him that she was okay. She needed to drink something or cramps would be setting in soon. When Rob was a teenager he had experienced waking up after a night of heavy drinking to vicious muscle cramps, mostly in his calves that would have him howling in extreme pain until the cramps subsided. Not a pleasant way of waking up. However, he decided that it was best to let sleeping .. um well, he decided on - kittens lie. About 10:15, a small figure shuffled out of the adjoining cabana. Shannon had put a plain white tight fitting t-shirt on over her top and had wrapped what was basically a flowered sarong around her waist that came close to the floor. Rob smiled at the cute outfit. Even in a very disheveled state she really matched that description as well, in fact she was adorable in her distress. Her size though what was he now noticed. She was tiny, barely cracking 5 ft. This hadn't registered much on him before, but then again, he really hadn't paid much attention. "Good morning," he said, smiling at her. "Yeah right. Could you turn down the sun a bit. The top of my head is about to pop off." At least she was talking. "Come over and sit down, Ill get you some more juice and something to eat." "You don't have to do that." "I know, but believe me all you want to eat is some simple foods so this is going to be toast and some mild fruit. You wont want to eat much more for awhile." "Okay." After giving her liquids, he fixed her a simple breakfast. She ate quietly on his porch while Rob went back to maximizing his time on the wifi before it went south, as it usually did when all the kids got up and indulged their Internet needs. During breakfast Shannon's Ozzie friends swung by to check on her. Rob was introduced as the gentleman who picked her up out of her vomit and got her back to bed. Joel eyed him a bit strangely to which Rob made eye contact and shrugged his shoulders and then went back to his laptop. Sadly for her they were pulling out that day. Much hugging and exchanging of email and texting addresses took place on his porch. Rob just smiled. Nobody writes out a street address anymore, he thought, as had been the case when he was their age. That day he didn't see her much until about 6:30 as he was stepping onto the sand in front of his cabana on his way to the beach bar and restaurant for dinner, laptop under his arm. It was a vacation of sorts for him but not really as a boatload of work was coming down and this contract with the auto company was critically important to him and his partners in the company. "Where are you going," Shannon said, stepping out of her cabana. "Long Pho noodle house for dinner, and you?" "Same." And she continued to walk about half a step behind him without saying anything. Hmm, he thought, 'Am I supposed to ask her to join me or is she supposed to ask me.' If she had been at least twenty years older he would have known exactly what to say and do. She wasn't though, and a good part of their shared experience was along the lines of cleaning chunks of vomit off her chin and clothing. This history didn't provide much guidance. Arriving at the noodle house after a silent walk she just simply sat at the other side of the table and then peered out over the ocean. The sun was going down behind them and the colours out onto the sea were beyond beautiful. 'I could really get to like this place', he thought. But something had to happen here conversationally. He was not going to sit through an entire dinner staring at a laptop or the ocean with another person sitting across from him. Ok, here goes, he thought. "Shannon, did I hear you tell the Ozzies you were in a biology course? I never studied biology. I'm curious, what areas do they teach you? Is it all human or do you do animal biology? Do you chop up animal or body parts a lot?" Rob truly had little idea what a biology course entailed other than it was about animal bodies, humans mostly. Physics and math were his only interest in high school. Cutting up dead frogs didn't get him going intellectually. Shannon shot him a suspicious looking glance, trying to gauge his motives for the question. All she saw was a very open and engaging look on his face. Nothing sinister. Okay, she thought, Ill talk to him. Her dad asked the same questions, not surprising as he was about the same vintage. She pushed that unsettling thought away for the moment. Rob was uncomfortable but he tried his best to hide it. As they both got into dinner she began to open up about her undergrad work and became increasingly descriptive of course details, the labs, the different approaches of the profs and the general competitiveness of what most students, or at least those on the top half academically, thought of as pre-med. They all wanted desperately to get into medical school, and she was no exception. Her conversation was animated. He was mostly focused on her words but as she shifted closer to him the sarong like wrap she had on opened up over her crossed legs exposing most of her thighs. They were beautifully shaped, tanned and shimmering in the soft light of the noodle house. Rob groaned silently when this vision first appeared and he wished she would put her legs back under the table so he could better concentrate on her description of academic life. She didn't and as she started twitching her crossed leg slowly Rob had to stick a hand in his pocket to cover an embarrassing situation that was presenting itself in his shorts. 'Rob, really?? Grow up!' he thought. The Reluctant Neighbour As they were walking back to the cabanas he asked when she would know about grad school and she said that any day her parents would email her if acceptance letters arrived. As they approached their cabanas Rob could sense a hesitation in her walk. He was heading directly for his steps as was she to hers but she was lagging. Rob sensed this, stopped, and purely in the moment said, "I'm thinking of having a wee something on the porch that comes out of a brown bottle and is made in Scotland, probably not what you would want right now -- think of it as an old guy thing, however I have some crushed java fruit juice that is awesome. Would you like to join me for some on my porch? The evening is really lovely." "Yes please," was her quiet response. And two hour of quiet conversation passed, most of which she spent stretched out on her side on the settee. Rob, enjoyed the soft evening with this beautiful girl languidly chatting to him, her soft brown hair flowing over her shoulders and cheeks.. Mostly, he looked out over the ocean but was irresistibly drawn back to her in short glances. He could only look so long though, before he would lose focus. Better to look at the moonlight on the ocean. It was almost a relief when she headed back to her cabana and then to the washrooms to get ready for bed. Other than it was pleasant to have someone to talk to, he wasn't really here for that and this connection was not going anywhere. Twenty two and forty nine were the important numbers. This fact uncomplicated the situation for him. From all Rob's experience he truly found women fully hit their peak of sexiness in their forties. Young women had beautiful bodies, absolutely true but at forty if the woman was interested in her fitness and appearance she had so much more going for her in terms of experience in life, in her career, in her relationships and most of all in sex. A forty year old woman knew how to do IT better, plainly and simply. The added bonus for him was then in the cerebral realm and the combined package was very sexy. The next morning a much more chipper Shannon shot out of her cabana as Rob was heading to the beach for his morning swim and sun soaking session. He really didn't like to be out in the Vietnamese sun much after 11 am. It was too intense. She was wearing a bright blue sundress as she skipped along beside his long strides. Apparently she was joining him for a walk to the beach. "Going swimming?" she asked. "Great, so am I. You can fight off sharks if I get attacked correct?" "Yep, but don't cut your feet and get blood in the water or all bets are off." Apparently she was joining him at the beach as well. While mildly amused at her forthrightness he wondered if this was an innate sense of entitlement or was she simply lacking in social skills, such as asking if it was okay to join him. Not a big deal either way though he thought. Increasingly he realized she was just a sweet kid looking for someone to talk to. **** 'Ok,' Shannon thought, 'I have to find out if Karen thinks I'm nuts wondering if a forty nine year old could be attractive to anyone other than an older woman.' She had successfully pried his age out of him, actually he didn't seem the least bit concerned about revealing it, he barely blinked when she asked. Karen will know. Karen was two years older and many years more insightful. All Shannon's girlfriends thought Karen was oversexed, whatever that meant. Shannon punched in the question inter her phone *Is there any remote possibility that a guy at 49 could still be sexy? She sat back hoping Karen would be available. It was something like 12 hours different in Calgary, either today, yesterday or tomorrow - she couldn't really figure out the international date line business. The phone pinged, Yahoo! she thought Karen: * whoa girl, I haven't heard from you in 8 days ... and this is hello? Shannon: *oh, yes, hello, how ru? Karen: *great, and u? Shannon: *good Karen: *ok, now back to the question .. give me some context, did you meet an old codger? Is he rich? Shannon: *Yes but I don't know about rich, thats not the issue. Karen: *How, when, how old? Shannon: *well, over a pool of my vomit mostly, and he is 49 Karen: *OUCH! Did he have anything to do with you puking? Shannon: *Nope, im a big bad girl now, I can get wasted all by myself. He helped clean me up Karen: *wow, how sexy is that! Sarcasm was dripping out of the phone. Shannon: *Really, he was very nice about it. He stayed up a good part of the night with me Shannon continued: *He has first aid skills. Karen: *Hah! first aid skills, the Romance Continues! Shannon: *Look I need opinions, not derision. Karen: *ok, there is a guy out there named George Clooney, remember? I would strip down on his command and leap into his bed on demand. So yes, it does happen. Shannon: *Yeah, I've heard of the guy. Do you know what, I would say my old codger neighbour is in the same ball park, appearance wise. Karen: *Babe, there is your answer! Send me a picture and don't do anything stupid. Be safe! Got to go, bye. After the texting exchange with Karen, Shannon rolled over on her bed, stared at the ceiling and thought, 'Maybe I'm not crazy after all thinking Rob is attractive.' 'But doesn't he have to be a deviant, like, you know, like the president of some economic basket case in the Mediterranean to go after young women?' She paused. In truth, that wasn't him at all. He wasn't going after her. Full stop. Slowly she began to restate the problem in her mind ... and she didn't like what she was coming up with. Not gay. She had pried some past relationship history out of him. Never married, but some long time relationships with women had happened. His description of his lady friends made them sound very beautiful. She had to admit, to a much older woman, he would have been very attractive. Male and female dinosaurs must have found each other attractive as well. 'Ok, a deviant would not have stopped at just pulling my jeans off that night. Unless the deviant didn't like having projectile vomit hit him in the face. Yep, he could still be a deviant. Hell, he was living next to a 22 year old woman. Don't they arrest men for that now a days.' She shuddered in her bed. Brain to Shannon -- he was there first. 'Okay, there is still a possibility he isn't a deviant.' But something in his crafty, maybe deviant mind had held him back when she had stretched out beside him in her skimpiest bikini on the empty stretch of beach when they had gone for that walk. What was he doing walking with a relative child anyway, on a remote beach Brain to Shannon, come in please, it was your idea to walk there. But he should have refused, given the age differences. Hmm... he had tried, but not really very hard. Why does he keep bringing up work. Don't normal 49 year olds only play golf and watch hockey games? Yep, she should be worried about him. She had asked him to put lotion on her back. 'I bet that had him thinking of taking advantage, basically attacking me.' She was sure of it. Maybe he had interpreted her involuntary shakes when his hands were on her back as a prelude to calling the cops in and it scared him off. There were cops in Vietnam she was sure but hadn't seen many. He was definitely worried because he never touched close to her bikini bottoms and he carefully avoided her bikini top strap when spreading the lotion. His hands on her had felt soothing, in a loving parental sort of way. She used to shiver as well when her mom put lotion on her when she was a kid. That was what she was remembering when he was doing it, for sure. 'Why did he do it so fast?' she thought. Her stomach had been knotting up at the same time as his hands were touching her. Lack of adequate lunch caused that no doubt. She better watch him carefully next time he put lotion on her back. 'Do they have 911 in Vietnam?' And so goes the mind of a 22 year old who is very unsure of what she wants. On the walk she had drifted behind picking up shells and catching up to him, had caught sight of some bruising on his lower back. She wouldn't have noticed his lower back at all except her eyes were drawn to the bruises. They looked old now. The rest of his back was okay. In fact it was really more than okay. His shoulders were very muscular and broad. His back basically rippled. The young guys she knew didn't look like that. How come this guy did and they didn't. Maybe muscles develop with age. Do fiftyish people live in retirement homes? Maybe they have good exercise equipment in his Home. She asked what had happened and Rob had told her about his rugby team and the games they played. She asked him, "Isn't rugby the game where you drag your dead off the field and do a ritual burial, stomping your feet?" Rob laughed hard at this question. And she laughed too. They did a lot of that, laughing at and with each other. Her Australian friends had left and that was a big hole to fill. A bunch of east coast prep boys moved into the vacated cabana. They were cute but over eager and in the end, really didn't have a lot to say and spent a lot of time saying nothing. They frankly bored her. Maybe she should have gone back to Calgary when her girlfriends had to return to work. But there was now something keeping her here. Rob's sense of fun and experience in life only accentuated the boorish nature of the young guys. He made her laugh with stories of the cultural missteps while doing business in the far east. A biology student, she had always found mechanical things of no interest but somehow his descriptions of their engineering projects were interesting. She had sat up for hours on his porch listening to him talk while they had shared a bottle of wine. Okay, she had enjoyed more than the stories. She couldn't deny the feeling of warmness that came over her when they were together. She kept thinking back to George Clooney in that movie on her Ipod. Rob was definitely in that mold. Okay, maybe there was such a thing as attractiveness at his age. 'So why hadn't he made any move towards intimacy?' Shannon wondered. ****** The morning swim and sun bathing session together were becoming a daily ritual. Rob didn't plan it, she just happened to join him when he walked off his porch each morning. The toughest part for Rob was when she pulled off her blue sundress the first time. On the beach, out of the corner of his eye he caught the motion and snapped his eyes to her. In his peripheral he thought she was naked. Thank god no, but the bikini she had on was as close as a woman can get and still be remotely considered covered. What was he supposed to do or say? No choice but to pretend one of the hottest girls he had ever seen sitting beside him was business as usual. Guys on the beach rubbernecked constantly. He still hadn't quite got used to it on the fourth day but was settling in. He was drifting off after their swim with his hat over top of his face enjoying the low angled sun. She was stretched out beside him on the same towel, his towel to be exact. Out of the blue a voice came though his hat, "Excuse me, do you speak English," in a heavily European accented voice. Rob pulled his hat away and focused on two women in equally revealing bikinis standing over him and Shannon. Rob wondered if women wore these things, loosely called bathing suits, on all beaches now. These girls were classic blonde northern European types and they were stunning. The look on Shannon's face said she wasn't enjoying the view as much as he was. Decidedly not. "Yes, we are Canadian, and for the most part we speak English, sort of," dumb, but he was fumbling. "We are new to the resort and have heard about bad currents and tides as well as sharks. Could you and your ... uh ... daughter tell us if it is safe to swim? We don't fully trust local tourist guides." "EXCUSE ME, I'm NOT his daughter and YES, the sharks kill people all the time," Shannon's eyes darted at them. They looked suitably alarmed. "Hey kid, lets not over state it. Sit down ladies and we will fill you in on what we know." Rob chatted with the thirty something Nordic women for some time and they really seemed to enjoy the conversation. They started to get comfortably settled in on either side of him as the talk drifted on to traveling stories of other beaches. Shannon didn't say a word. Slowly during the conversation she rotated from parallel to Rob to ninety degrees and slid her head onto his belly while looking intently at the women. Rob was leaning back on his elbows while talking to them. He started to get uncomfortable. The combination of two heart stopping Norwegian blondes (as it turned out they were from Norway) and Shannon's hair falling over his midsection and thighs was causing an embarrassment for him. Shannon sensed movement in his swim shorts and smirked. She decided to help him out a bit, maybe get him off the hook and turned to face his legs while rearranging her hair over his swim suit. Rob silently mouthed a thank you. Shannon smirked. She hadn't really been sure that important male anatomical parts of someone his age still worked as in a younger guy but as a hopeful med student she really should find out. She casually draped her arm over her hair and his waist. She got her answer and smiled to herself. The other part of her more primitive brain was intent on sending a message to the blonde Norwegian bimbos -- her words - which was essentially, 'Get lost, this is my territory!' Wait a moment, her eyes snapped open with her face planted on his lap. 'This isn't jealousy is it? No way!' she thought. These girls were just getting cloying and she wanted them gone. Shannon's help or not, which was questionable, as she was part of the problem, Rob had to get out of there and quick. He said a hasty good bye, claiming over heating and dashed for the water trying to cover the tent in his shorts as best as possible. All three women watched his rear carefully and together they smirked at his predicament. ***** Two days after the Norwegian girls arrived at the beach resort Rob was at a lull in his work. Key elements of the mechanical design were dependent on the Chinese committing to the test facility structural plan and they were being difficult. For some reason the Chinese clients were not forthcoming about the seismic data and their preferred approach to the structural foundation in a very active seismic zone. Releasing information from a similar facility at a university near the Szechuan building site was inexplicably hard for them. They were being secretive for some reason. Rob had to wait until the structural engineers came to some sort of understanding with the clients before he could proceed with the mechanical details. He had been waiting for a break and also some good weather to rent one of the small sailboats for hire on the beach and then sail it over to an island that was about 6 klics off the coast. Back in Toronto Rob owned and helm-ed a very fast C+C 115 that was highly competitive in the Island Yacht club spinnaker fleet. Rob was good on his boat however he gave most credit for their club wins to the tactician, Melissa. Melissa was not much older than Shannon but had grown up around sailing and while a bit of a yacht club brat was brilliant when she called the race. Rarely were her lay lines or other tactical decisions wrong. Without Melissa his crew was middling at best. Another of Rob's crew was Joanne, a woman he began dating shortly after she had been referred to him as someone looking to join a crew. At first Rob considered this mid forties trial lawyer merely deck meat. Very attractive deck meat at that but she had no sailing experience. However, Joanne lived quite simply on some plane of existence that was far beyond brilliant and the speed with which she ramped up her knowledge of sailing, racing and the boat was astounding to Rob. She had come with the reputation as a relentless and incisive trial defense attorney and had a long string of very high profile successful cases to her credit. Initially he wasn't that intimidated by her reputation and really enjoyed her company. She was also very hot and fun in bed. Finally after asking her repeatedly about the chance to observe her acting as a defense council in court she directed him to a trial she was working on. Joanne was devastating in her cross examination of Crown witnesses. Rob believed he had never seen such a display of raw, quick and focused intelligence. She was amazing. Not often did he come across anyone who was clearly beyond his intellectual level. On the boat, during a race, Joanne intently observed Melissa at work trying to understand why and when Melissa gave an order. Rob had no doubt Joanne would catch up to Melissa sooner than later. She had never married, perhaps, he thought because very few men were ever going to be her intellectual equal. Still, she was funny when she wanted to be and enjoyed making love with him. Rob was missing her very much. His conscious thoughts were mostly of Joanne. In his dreams though increasingly he was seeing Shannon. However today, Shannon was the only readily available crew. On that morning Rob got up early and went out to look at the ocean to gauge the wind and waves. Both were down. Typically the morning breezes were brisk and by late morning they would be over 15 knots, probably too high for the small sloop rigged sailboats for rent on the beach. Today however looked good. Rob was mostly inclined to solo sail but he had looked at the boats and they weren't well rigged for solo sailing and with no autopilot he would have to lash the tiller and bring the jib through on a tack quickly so as not to backwind for long and loose way. Something he could do but it could be a busy day. Weighing his options he decided to try to rouse the sleeping beauty and see if she wanted to sail across to the island. The word was that it had even more beautiful sand and rainforest than the mainland. He banged on her door at about 730 and yelled, "Hey princess, WAKE UP, would you like to go sailing today?" Shannon startled and woke up to the banging and yelling from Rob. She had drifted off to sleep the night before thinking of him. Her mind would drift back to the shivers and ache she felt when lying beside him on his large beach blanket on the beach. She had accepted that he was attractive at some level but still did not think that she could really be thinking of him in that way. He wouldn't leave her thoughts though. Shannon stumbled and sleepily opened the door to face a pumped up Rob. He was ready for adventure. For Shannon, growing up in Calgary, which is not exactly the centre of the sailing world in Canada, she had little experience and told him so. "Don't worry babe, bring all the water containers you have, lots of lunch, your best sunhat and lots of spf whatever and you can learn on the job," he said, without giving her any chance to escape. It would be fun and having crew would make the trip easier on him. The boat was 20ft with a substantial centre board, a main, a jib and tiller steering. Once on the water, the swell was light and the winds turned out to be more favourable than expected. A long south east tack and then a straight reach to the island was all that they had to do to get there. After a slow start Shannon was laughing at Rob's Captain Bligh style of crew training, mostly hammed up for her benefit and she was enjoying the gentle ride out . Rob would every so often see her in the foreground light. He still caught his breath at how soft and delicate her beauty was. The sun was lightening her hair colour into a blond honey shade and her skin was glowing from the tropical sun. After a passage of just over 90 minutes they reached the surf of the island. Rob and Shannon hopped out of the small boat and dragged it up on shore with some difficulty in the rolling breakers. Struggling a bit they were able to drag it up the steeper shoreline than the main beach but finally managed to get it secure. The Reluctant Neighbour The Island was truly beautiful and very pristine. It was was deserted now as the seasonal fishermen who used it to sort and dry catch for part of the year had gone to other areas for the new season. Rob and Shannon appeared to be the only inhabitants. "Okay, I'm ready for a swim," Shannon said, skipping along the beach while taking off her sneakers and hopping on the sand that was heating up beyond comfortable. She was wearing white capris and a long sleeve loose cotton shirt on Rob's advise to protect from the sun when out on the water. Shannon turned back to Rob and quietly asked him, while looking into his eyes, "Rob do you mind if I swim without a bathing suit? I learned to really enjoy swimming naked on Wreck Beach." One of the features of the UBC campus in Vancouver where Shannon had done her undergrad was what was probably the Canadian west coast's most famous clothing optional beaches. Wreck Beach fronted the ocean and was reached by descending a steep pathway through the forested hillside on the campus property to the federally owned beach. During WW2 the feds fortified this part of the approach to Vancouver and old gun emplacements were still standing. The lax rules on the beach were mostly because the City had no authority over the beach. It was a favourite of the student population. The water was cool but relative to the mountain lakes of her native Alberta it was very swimmable. "Shannon dear, do you mind if I do so as well?" Rob wasn't exactly sure that he wanted either of them naked but he wasn't going to let his age show here. "Rob, I've seen everything on Wreck Beach. I may be young but yes, I've seen lots of guy parts." With that Shannon began pulling her surf soaked clothes off in a race to get to the water. Although having seen her often in her tiny bikini, this did not really prepare Rob for how utterly gorgeous this girl was. Rob was riveted to the sight of her backside walking into the water. The flow from her thighs to her gently rounded bum to her incredibly graceful back was enchanting in the extreme. Turning in a crashing wave he finally saw her uncovered breasts and he could only stop and stare in wonder. They were firm and gently rounded and in every way perfect. Rob stopped breathing for a few seconds while he absorbed in the wonder of this young woman's body. "Rob, are you coming in or not?" Rob very quickly shed his clothes and dashed into the surf. He wanted to be under water as fast as he could . Shannon caught a wave and went rolling at him almost knocking him off his feet. "Whoa girl, those breakers might hurt if you get pushed under." "You'll catch me right?" And with that she launched herself on a wave at him. Crashing into him, Rob back flipped with her on top and for a brief second she was fully stretched out on his body in the water. She grabbed onto his neck and dragged him under. Rising up he grabbed her hips and tossed her away. The thrill of her momentary touch had sent a shudder through him. Even in the water Rob was sensing an erection building and he needed to get away from this game. He started swimming out with her in pursuit. The both of them then began body surfing on the waves side by side. He could handle this with out quite so much embarrassment, and it was really fun. Rob got out of the water first and Shannon continued to play for some time. Rob was lying on his beach towel watching her in the waves. When Shannon walked out of the water slowly coming at him Rob was absolutely certain he had never seen such a beautiful creature in his life. She was breathtaking. Shannon dried herself on her small towel and then flopped down beside him on his beach towel as was her custom from their morning swims, except this time she was naked. Grabbing her day pack she pulled out her sunscreen and handed it too him while settling in on her stomach. "Rob, could you do the top side for me," she said. He stared at her back for a second and then began at her shoulders and worked his way south. He tried to focus on the distant horizon, doing all he could to control his body's reaction. Shannon mercifully had her head turned away from him. Gliding his hand down to the small of her back he snapped the top shut on the lotion and eased up on his rubbing. "More please." Rob took a deep breath, put more lotion on his hand and began spreading lotion on the back of her calves. Shannon snapped, "ROB!" "Yeeesssss dear??" he drawled out slowly. "Bum!" "You missed my ass. How will I sit if I get burned." If you pinned Rob down on what he thought was the most erotic feature of a woman he would have to admit it was a woman's backside. Nothing, even breasts and a woman's sex didn't speak the same seductiveness that the soft curves of a beautiful butt did to him. Shannon was a small package and she was not really broad in the hips but the contours of her ass cheeks were firm and beautifully sculptured. Her skin was so achingly soft. Rob had been particularly avoiding this part of her anatomy visually and certainly physically. Manning up, he gritted his teeth and began spreading sunscreen on her ass. Becoming lost in the unimaginable eroticism of this task he decided to add a little torment of his own. On the final pass down the left cheek he dragged a thumb deep into her crack stopping off momentarily at her anus and then ended on her perineum just short of her sex. She startled at this, whimpered and settled back down only to do the same when he gave her crack the same treatment on the final pass down the right ass cheek. A nasty streak in him gloated at returning some of the torment she was putting him through. Rob's thoughts were becoming thoroughly scattered and Shannon wasn't helping much as she purred softly and edged closer to him. He was now on his stomach and he was forcing himself to focus on the engineering issues at hand, long alpine rock routes that he had climbed in summers past and just about anything besides the naked young woman lying beside him. Gazing out over the ocean he suddenly realized he had a real issue to take his mind of Shannon's body. The surf had been slowly building and he realized with a start that getting the sailboat launched off the beach was going to be increasingly difficult as the wind picked up. Rob suddenly snapped up, grabbed his shorts, started to get dressed and began packing his pack. "Shannon, we've got to get moving if we are going to get off this beach. Now!" Shannon looked up and pouted, "Rob, do you know you are a big meany," as she reluctantly began to get up and start to dress. As he headed quickly towards the boat she yelled at him, "AND A TORTURER AS WELL!" 'Really!' he thought, 'a torturer?? Nothing like youthful gratitude'. He then became lost in the task of dragging the boat towards the water and getting ready for a difficult launch. Shannon was small but she was competent at stabilizing her side in the heavier surf. She pulled her self in on Rob's command and he then jumped in, dropped the centre board and released and cleated the jib within seconds. Grabbing the tiller he yelled at Shannon, "Hang on Baby! This is going to be rough." Slowly they made their way out through the rollers while running a clear risk of broaching in the surf. After many tense moments they gained the calmer waters away from the beach, unfurled the main and had a relatively gentle sail back to the resort. ***** Shannon continued her intrusive rocking on the chair. She started to say something and then stopped. Rob glanced up from his laptop and the look on her face caused the tension to ratchet up a few points. Whats going on he thought -- his mind a complete blank. If she was of contemporary age to him he would have some idea, but from a twenty two year old? This was out of his sphere of reference. Rob was an engineer, not a psychologist. 'Was it something I did?' he thought. She started again ... and then stopped again. 'This is getting stupid,' Rob thought. "Shannon will you just blurt out whatever you want to say. I really have to get this done," Rob said, now getting seriously annoyed. "Okay, then ... Why do you find me so unattractive?" she spit out, her voice shaking and rising in volume. He gasped. What? Did he really just hear that? "What are you talking about?" he choked out loud. This was about the last thing he would have ever guessed would come out of her mouth. Quickly the engineer in him went to work organizing the missing data which was: What had ever given her the impression he thought she was unattractive? Why did she even care in the least whether he did or not? What was she really trying to say? Could it be ... no way ..but he couldn't shake the question .. that he was maybe something other than a living fossil to her? How stupid would that be? Rob considered himself a man of some experience in all aspects of life. He was confident in his ability to answer to most questions directed at him either from a technical, business or even social situation. Now he started to open his mouth to reply to Shannon but words wouldn't come out ... simply because he didn't have any. Finally all he could croak was "Shannon, You. Are. Gorgeous. ... how .. where ... why ..what would have made you think I didn't believe that " "Prove it too me!" She stood up quickly and faced away from him. Once again, he utterly failed to put a response together to this challenge. He was reeling. If he had been twenty five or even thirty five he would have let his body make the answer. But now. How does a forty nine year old tell an obviously stunning twenty two year old that she is, in fact, gorgeous. That is, say something that isn't creepy to her or liable to get him arrested, even though he knew that she was in fact a woman and not a child. Still, you cant be too careful now a days and he didn't know what the Vietnamese rules around harassment were. Why didn't she just go down to the hut inhabited by the young American guys who had been walking by, off and on all afternoon, peering at Shannon's hut. "I'm waiting," she snapped. "I believe you think I'm homely, fat, stupid and and ... you like making me feel this way." This was going from bad to worse. 'What the fuck am I doing,' he thought. 'Just boot her off your porch and get back to the project.' That, he knew, was just a reaction. Rob had never deliberately been cruel to a woman, many other things, both good and bad maybe, but never deliberately cruel. Today was not the day to start he sighed. He moved over to the cushioned settee along the railing and flopped down. "Come here and sit beside me and tell me whats going on," he sighed. Silence, and no motion. Oh god, what next he thought. After what seemed like an hour but was probably less than a minute she slowly turned, moved over to the settee and sat at the far end. Rob unconsciously moved to the other end. The settee was small but they maxed out their separation on it. Suddenly, an inappropriate thought snapped into his brain. 'Oh, shit, Did I hit save on the last revision of the document?' he thought, partially trying to dodge the issue at hand, but also practically, as power failures on this beach were a regular occurrence. Leave it, his brain advised, don't go back over to the laptop. Civility is hanging by a thread he reasoned. With no magic words coming, he decided to keep it simple and ask questions. "Shannon, once again, you are going to have to tell me why you think that." She continued staring straight ahead. The evening sun was slowly reaching the horizon and the ocean was lighting up. The volleyball game was getting noisy but there were no other sounds. Even the breeze had stilled. Finally, "When those Norwegian sluts were slobbering all over you, so to speak, and I put my head on your stomach, you didn't even touch me." How could Rob forget that. He hadn't seen such a blatant female staking out of territory in all his experience. He had attributed it to her dislike for the two blondes and not really for anything she felt for him. He had also felt incredibly aroused with her head on his lap and her arm draped over his cock and had been trying to forget that response since the incident. "When we were on the island your goal seemed to be to slowly torture me with no relief when you were spreading sunscreen." Ok, frontal assault time. "Shannon, when you first arrived I believe you would think I was a pervert if I even so much as breathed on you, let alone tell you what I really thought about you. Your entire body language said that, or at least it did." "That was then, and besides, even if you are a pervert, you are my local pervert. Those fucking bitches can screw off and get their own pervert!" He burst out laughing after a feeble attempt to stifle his hilarity. He also wondered if all young college women had such potty mouths in this day and age. "So, the destruction of my self esteem is a source of mirth is it?" she said in a voice dripping with sarcasm. Rob to brain, 'Please help me out here.' Nothing came. He sighed, "Okay, now that we have out into the open what I am, 'your' pervert is asking you to slide over and he will tell you all the ways you are breathtakingly beautiful and then you can call the cops and have me arrested. Let me call a lawyer before they take me away please. Okay? "And .... I want to put my arm around you while I do this. Think of this as your dad speaking, well not really but you know what I mean." Silence. No motion. Then a slow and deliberate shifting over from Shannon to him. He put his arm very lightly around her shoulders, enough though to feel the tension in them. Somehow he knew he had to actually touch her for this speech. "Okay, here goes." Rob took a deep breath, "Shannon, your face and smile never fail to light up my day. You have possibly the most beautiful legs I have ever seen on a woman. There are strong, toned, smooth and sexy as anything. I have even trouble thinking and looking at your butt without going hard, please excuse the pervert reaction. It. Is. Stunning. Your stomach is smooth and is aching to be kissed. I will go completely nuts if I have to describe your breasts. Please don't make me, I may start blubbering. Your hair coulour and texture is is .. well lets just say that every morning I see you I simply gasp with delight at the sight." He continued, "Now, do I sound like someone who thinks you are unattractive?" That was it. He had just spilled his guts out onto the floor. Surely that had to end the discussion. Victory over misconception for certain he hummed to himself. It was the truth, every syllable of it. 'Now,' he thought, 'Shannon, slowly back away and run for your hut and let me get back to engineering.' "I'm not convinced. If you meant that then why don't you touch me .. um ... intimately?" Defeat from the jaws of victory. What was he going to have to say ... or do? Now he was feeling like bolting himself, for somewhere, anywhere. "Shannon, truly, truly, in a major way I want to totally devour you, not just touch you -- remember what I am in your words, right? I have had crazy love making sessions with many girls over the years, but frankly, after awhile I decided that I was through with one night stands and purely physical relationships. They are essentially hollow at the core when there is no love involved and one or the other person gets hurt, too often me. If I cant have love I don't just want sex. I know that totally goes against everything you have ever heard about men, but really, some of us end up this way. Otherwise we risk becoming emotional wrecks." Rob had never put these feelings into words to be spoken out loud before, but they essentially spoke the truth. Shannon continued staring ahead. Silence. Then more silence. There were crickets chirping which he had never heard before. It had never been this silent. She seemed to have stop breathing. Okay, Rob thought, 'B is for breathing , which enables C for circulation'. Humans need to continue doing this to survive. He broke the silence with three words, even though he knew that meant he had lost. "Please breathe Shannon." She slowly turned her head towards him, shifted her position, and then in one quick motion straddled his thighs on the settee. She grabbed his head between two hands and held it there and said, very quietly, "You want me to breathe, then please feel my breath now." Very slowly she brought her mouth towards his face and then softly let out small puffs of breath over his eyes, his cheeks, his nose, his forehead and then breathed out inches from his mouth. Sweet sweet breath! Rob could not remember in all his experience something as completely erotic as this simple act. Rob was now truly and totally lost, emotionally, metaphysically and finally, sexually. This didn't happen often too him. In reality, it had never happened to him. He closed his eyes, being afraid to look into hers. What was she doing to him. This can't be happening. She thinks I'm a pervert! And if desperately wanting this young woman despite everything he believed in made him a pervert, then he was there, no doubt about it. A voice crept up from the back of the brain that said if he was going to take the wrap for being a pervert he might as well enjoy the trip to Hell. He closed his eyes and slowly opened his lips but that was it, he wasn't going any further. Almost imperceptibly her lips brushed his. More than the physical touch, he felt the electricity zapping around his body as her lips closed in. 'That doesn't really happen does it?' he thought. 'Only in bad novels right?' But it did happen to Rob. The kisses from her grazed all around his lips and slowly he kissed back, lips only. He wasn't crossing the next line first. Sensing this her tongue touch his lips and then slipped into his mouth. Everything in his world stopped. Rob now realized he was the one who had stopped breathing. She leaned back, smiled at him and said, "Breathe Rob". After that, pure lust took over as their kissing became wildly passionate. Rob's cock was aching in his shorts. Shannon began a very slow gentle rocking back and forth. Oh god! Did she feel his hardness? She had to, she was rocking on his bulge. His hands raised from the settee to her hips and began exploring. There was no doubt what he was now. Suddenly, he looked at her face and what he saw was that of a child. Oh my god, he snapped up, lifted and set her on the settee and stepped over the railing and sat down on the concrete rail. He was gasping trying to make up for his panic. He had stopped just in time. She was a child. Maybe only relatively speaking but really just a child. He couldn't or wouldn't say anything. This was her opportunity to get out of there and save some respect for both of them. Surely now she would get it together and help him out by going. Finally after a length of time that he really couldn't guess at how long it really was -- time had ceased to have much meaning - he heard motion behind him. She wasn't going down the steps. He sensed her immediate proximity first and then glanced over as she sat down beside him on the railing. A part of him had to laugh, she was determined, if nothing else. Very softly she said, "Rob, I believe you want this. I. Want. This. I know you are having a hard time seeing me as a woman but please do it for me, if not for you. The sun will come up in the morning, I promise." He turned slowly to face her and looked into her eyes. Something in them said warmth, even affection and not just lust. The battle was over. He rose, scooped her up and carried her into his room, kicking the door shut with his heel, stopping just before the bed. He hesitated, put her down onto her feet. He looked directly into her eyes and said, "This is the last point I am going to stop. If you touch my bed there is no going back." The Reluctant Neighbour She gazed unwaveringly into his eyes, took his hands and slowly backed up until the back of her knees touched the bed and then she fell onto it, pulling him down on top of her. At that he began his exploration of her body. He was taking control and she relinquished it to him. To this point in Shannon's life, her experience with men, or really boys, was that they wanted to get off as fast as possible, roll over and go to sleep or jump up, get another beer and then check the stats on their hockey pools. She had never had anyone make love to her with such awareness of the needs of her body. Rob had really meant devour! And he was going to do it with almost painful slowness over every part of her body starting with the extremities. He seemed to be in another world as if he was unaware of her gasping and squirming. She wanted to scream to him, 'Just fuck me please!' but she knew that he was driving and she just had to hang on and try not to go crazy with lust. Rob was from a different generation and had never really been this close to a girl who had completely shaved her sex and pubic region. The wonder had begun as he had slowly slid her cutoffs and panties down her legs and off. He knew he might never be here again so he wasn't planning on missing anything of her body. "Hmmm," he purred, as he gazed at her sex it in delight. 'I think I could get to like this,' he thought, 'Very accessible.' As his lips got closer to her labia Shannon's squirming and gasping got almost violent. She stuck a pillow over face. It was still early in the evening and people were walking nearby on the path. Rob chuckled to himself over top of his lust. 'Kids,' he thought, 'No control.' He first breathed on her sex in wonder. She had almost enough at this point and started grabbing his hair shoving his face onto her labia. Rob was strong enough to control this. He wanted to explore everything closely with his tongue and lips and she would just simply have to hang on. After a careful sweep of her entrance he moved back to her clit but not directly, just circling it. After many minutes of gently sucking, licking and kissing around her entrance Shannon's was mewling and shuddering in pleasure. He thought he was ready for her reaction when he zeroed in on the sweet spot but the violence of her surge as she tried to hit the ceiling caught him off guard, snapping his head back. Shannon was shaking in orgasmic pleasure. "Oh GOD, oh GOD!" she squealed when it happened. She calmed down marginally after her orgasm, but just. Rob found himself thinking back to when he was this age if girls had ever gotten off like Shannon just did. They must have but he didn't quite remember any girl being so totally lustful. He slowly started exploring and kissing up her middle stopping for some time at her navel and then running his tongue around her rib cage before coming into contact with the bottom of her breasts. He gazed at them still in her bra, the t-shirt having come off earlier. Her squirming was starting to build again but she was able to arch her back, unhook the bra clasp. Rob then grabbed her hands and held them steady beside her. He wanted to do the rest and she got the message. He slowly slid the straps over her shoulders as she helped him by shrugging her arms out. Rob then slowly slid the cups down and saw up close what he had only imagined and his imagination did not even come close to the beauty of her 22 year old breasts. He slowly circled each nipple with his tongue before taking each one in turn into his mouth. Her breasts were an unimaginable delight. He never thought going to Hell could be so beautiful. Shannon sat up and began fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. "Rob, please, I want to feel you ... naked." Rob leaned up and gazed at her in awe as she slowly worked his shirt off. She let out a delighted gasp as she ran her hands over the powerful muscles of his shoulders and chest and then down to the small of his back. Rob also gasped as her delicate hands fluttered and caressed his chest and back. Hovering over her still, Shannon held him by his hips and moved him up so that she could graze her lips and teeth over his nipples. She then began clutching and pulling at his shorts, desperate to see and hold his manhood. Rob quickly slipped them off and they were both naked. Rob sighed then gasped as Shannon's tiny hands wrapped themselves around his cock. He simply held himself above her while gazing into her eyes in wonder. He suddenly felt the urge to grasp her hands over her head and just try to make the moment of her total submission to him last forever. Shannon on the other hand was arching her head back and gasping. 'Please just do it , I'm on the pill just do it please,' were the thoughts running around in her brain. She gasped out loud "Rob, I'm .. on .. the .. pill, do it now" In his wanderings up her body the end of his cock was now resting on her inner labia sending her into a different realm of lust. His lips came up to hers and she pulled at them almost violently with her teeth while groaning aloud. He pulled his head away and locked eyes. Suddenly, Shannon stifled a gasp of panic, 'No No No,' she thought. Something was wavering in his eyes and he started to lift off her. "No, you can't run!"as she shook her head back in forth, correctly reading indecision in his eyes. "Shannon?" was all he said. "NO NO Rob, its OKAY, just do it please, please" His eyes became unreadable as her panic increased, and then slowly she felt him entering her, slowly filling her core until she felt his hips touch hers. A groan of relief, lust and pure pleasure escaped her lips as she arched her head back and closed her eyes. 'God this felt good!' Rob spent a moment savouring the feel of her warmth around his cock. Had it ever felt this good? And then, when he started to move, his many years of experience kicked in and all thoughts were abandoned as he absorbed every pleasure he could out of her body. And that pleasure was enormous. For Shannon, this was a new realm of lovemaking that she had only thought existed in novelists imagination, but it was really happening here. She had never experienced anything like this in her life. Shannon was nothing if not incredibly smart and she knew in a part of her mind that this was his vast experience working its magic on her body. But she felt or wanted to feel that this was more coming out of him than just muscle memory and that at some level he liked her. Liked her despite her immature annoying neediness that he must sense. Sense it?? She hit him over the head with it. But maybe he still liked her in spite of herself. Shannon had never had multiple orgasms during sex and wasn't sure they really existed outside of erotic stories. But when Rob came she did as well and it was number three for her. 'Wow , was that ever cool,' was her very 22yr old reaction as Rob rolled to her side gasping, completely spent for the moment. "Oh Baby, Oh Baby, What have you done to me?" he said just barely above a whisper. Could Hell really feel this good? They both laughed when Shannon brought her fingers up to her eyes staring at traces of blood that could only have come from Rob's back. Both of them had totally missed her nails digging into his shoulder just before her final orgasm. He offered to lick them clean and she accepted. Much later that evening and after much more lovemaking, as Shannon lay on her side facing him, she looked into his eyes and said, "Rob, I called my parents today and I have received acceptance letters to both McGill and U of T medical schools." "Fantastic! McGill I believe is the most internationally respected medical school in Canada." "Rob, I'm going to accept U of T." "Oh ... good choice as well." "Rob, Isn't your Annex home close to U of T?" And with that question, Rob knew his life was about to get more complicated. **** Authors note: This is my first writing effort. I hope you enjoyed it. I was surprised how much fun it was writing the story. Please vote and leave a comment. I have a sequel in mind if the response warrants one. Thanks.