arousal-[E-11]---part-1-of-1_

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Arousal

Part-1-of-1

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The brilliant sunshine beat down on all the broiled brown bodies basking on the sand. Dixie stood frozen in the lobby, staring out huge lobby window at the first clothing optional beach she had ever seen. Never, in all her born days, had she even contemplated going outside without clothing on. Oh, there had been the odd opportunity, but her strict Christian upbringing would never allow such laxity of morals. Why, just looking at these hedonists had her cheeks blushing something awful. She was quite grateful when the sign was completed and the porter took their bags and showed them to the elevator.

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Rudy extravagantly tipped the bellhop and carefully shut the door. Silently shaking his head, he wondered how he could have been so foolish. Well, he knew exactly how, but he had hoped for more. All his married life he’d prayed that his pretty young wife would loosen up and shake-off the mantle of her god-fearing upbringing. It had never happen though. Now, in their pre twilight years, he was making a last ditch effort to taste the sweet fruit from that forbidden tree. It seemed that the Hand of God, or at least the Long Arm of Religious Dogmatism had already thwarted him though. He eyed the service bar.

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The Mexican sunshine grew suddenly cooler as Dixie unpacked their suitcase. Rudy mixed a vodka tonic and strolled over to the sliding glass door. Immediately, he realized his mistake, but it was far too late. Wistfully, he stared out at the erotic blue-green waters of the open ocean, and thought about the vast world beyond it. Somewhere, he though, somewhere there was a thing or a place or a person that would help his lovely wife break free of all that crap that she’d held onto so dearly. As he swirled the ice in his drink, contemplatively, Dixie stepped up beside him.

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“If you think,” she drawled in the southern accent she always adopted when expressing ethical displeasure, “That I am going to parade around in my all together like some shameless sinner, you are sorely mistaken Rudy Williams.” Then twirling around, she all but sauntered back to the dresser. Rudy slugged down his drink. Dinner was quiet and the night ended rather early.

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The following morning, Rudy woke up in a slight funk. The morning also found him tossing back Rum Screwdrivers with his Eggs Benedict. Dixie took notice, but chose not to comment as the more drinks that disappeared, the thinner Rudy’s funk became. Back in their room, Rudy made a bold announcement.

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“I’m going swimming, Dixie,” he declared, “You’re welcome to join me or not, as it suits you.” And there it was. The long awaited moment of truth hung before him. He summoned all his courage and made his way to the dresser to fetch his swimsuit. Dixie watched but said nothing. An avid swimmer and lifelong lover of the ocean, she truly believed her immortal soul was in danger in this immodest, heathen land. She still hadn’t said anything when Rudy passed her with a towel and sunscreen. The door closed with a mechanical clunk.

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Reaching the beach, Rudy stretched in the hot sun and weighed his options. If she was so offended that their marriage was in jeopardy, he would need to check off his assets and work out how the arrangements might be. If she was merely mad, well he’d been there before. And if she went for it, well, that really didn’t seem much of an option now. He put all that on hold and shook his head, and was promptly rewarded with a little of God’s artwork.

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The girl couldn’t have been more that twenty. Rudy sighed and tried to remember back that far. She was absolutely gorgeous. A blonde with deeply tanned skin, her breasts were natural and perky. Her tiny yellow thong bottom looked as if she had been born in it. Her bodylines could only be compared to the excellent physique of a thoroughbred racehorse. Rudy’s cock swelled in his trunks. Then, to his surprise, Dixie sat down next to him.

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Her sideways glance should have been filled with the moral indignation she often wore like a mantle. Instead, however, Rudy could see a little glint of fear, tucked way back there behind the verbally abusive intolerance.

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“There’s no one here who wants to look at my saggy, baby chewed boobs,” she bemoaned with the accent. He sighed with a certain resolve. True, she had chosen to wear the red one-piece bathing suit she had bought for the trip, but she was, however, sitting on the beach. After setting her chair up, her eyes dove into the book she had brought, and stayed there.

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Rudy was feeling a little more confident. Although he had hoped for the homerun, he was happy with the base hit he saw developing. He decided to up the ante a bit, just to see how far he could push this. Without a word, he stood and made his way to the water’s edge. Dixie looked up briefly, to see where he was going of course. Her eye did, however, widen when a man near them stood and brushed the sand from his naked ass.

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The water was everything it should be, clean, warm, clear and full of mostly naked people. This was definitely Rudy’s idea of the dream vacation. If only he could share its pleasures with Dixie. Oh well, better to enjoy the small victories than to lament the large defeats. Instead, he focused on a playful little brunette and her equally frisky friend. He had forgotten what girls looked like. Now that he was older, and more appreciative of women, he marveled that he had every gotten married at all. The chances he must have passed up, but that’s where the thought ended. He was indeed happy that he had married Dixie. She was a great wife, if only she would loosen up just a bit. He strolled into the water for a dip. Almost at once, the waves broke over him and swept him under. When he laughingly stood from the waves, it was without the trunks he had worn in. They were twisted around his wrist. The feel of the water on his tingling manhood was a welcome but unexpected sensation of freedom. Excitedly he dove back in the frothing sea feeling a bit more primal than usual.

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Rudy had a wide-eyed look of question as he emerged from the warm water. His wife stood at the water’s edge, pale as a ghost at the realization that Rudy was nude. She had the exact same look as when she awoke from nightmares, he noted. He came to her instantly and took her arms to ask what was the matter. As she looked at him, she quickly slid her arm from the strap of her suit. The other arm was slower, but it came free just the same. She breathed in deeply.

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In a move more skillful than Gypsy Rose Lee, she removed her top without revealing any more skin than had already been showing. Her hands were trembling as her eyes locked on his. She needed him to hold herself up. She needed his strength to make it through this moment more than she ever needed him in their married life. Her limbs refused to move any further than they had. She just couldn’t tell them to respond. With a sigh, she let Rudy lower her arms to her sides, exposing those baby-chewed boobs she was so afraid of anyone seeing. To her surprise, the world didn’t explode into a hellish firestorm.

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Her eyes were wide as saucers and her mouth was set firm. Her breathing was shallow and everything else about her was ready to flee in terror at any given moment. The sun beamed down on the creamy white flesh of her breasts for the first time since she was a baby in a diaper. A half remembered sense of liberty fluttered behind her eyes. It was all quite confusing.

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“People are staring at me,” she managed to stammer as she found her voice among the wreckage of her confusion. The words she used were left over from the last thought she had had before losing the power to speak. Fearfully, her eyes roved over the audience.

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Rudy looked around as well. “Yeah Dixie,” he said plainly, “they are, but that‘s not why.” Her face was impassive a moment longer, then it slid into a mask of recognition.

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“Oh my God, Rudy,” was all she could emit. They stood a long second, and then she waved her hand at him absently and implored him to, “Walk with me.” They strolled the surf for quite some time before either spoke. Rudy could see his wife looking at all the other people with the curiosity of a two year old. He remained quiet, and enjoyed the sights on the tour as well.

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Dixie was stunned. Like a common harlot, she stood naked before the world, well as much as she could, and nothing bad was happening. Not only was nothing going badly, but life was rather pleasant. The most beautiful people she’d ever seen in her life were stretched out on the warm sand, worshipping the sun. As the married couple walked on, Dixie grew more and more relaxed. Her posture straightened with every few strides and her breathing slowed. Soon she stood almost proudly, the way she usually walked, and worshipped the glowing disk herself. The scenery wasn’t hard on the eyes either. A droplet of dew formed on the petals of her rose.

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“Rudy,” Dixie said quietly, but abruptly, “I think you need to take me back to our room now.” Her tone was matter of fact, but Rudy could sense an underlying tension. They made their way back to the blanket at a steady pace. He packed up the stuff there swiftly, but slowed when Dixie replaced her top. Humbly, he stepped into his own suit and carried the beach equipment behind his wife, his moment of triumph over.

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Neither spoke a word in the elevator. Two floors passed, then three. Taking his hand and encouraged him to drop the bag of towels he held, she pressed Rudy’s fingers firmly against crotch. When he realized that her suit was wet, even though she hadn’t gone swimming, Rudy’s eyes shot up to lock on hers. Hope sprang eternal in him. Her stiff neck, which had plagued her for years suddenly relaxed and she kissed him like the horny teenager she had never been allowed to be. As she lowered her mouth to his, he felt almost every muscle in her body go lax. Her kiss wasn’t just demanding it was urgent. It was devastating. The kiss tumbled Dixie deeper and deeper, bombarding her with emotions that she had no defense against. For the first time in her life her feelings were free and ripe, pouring over and into her, so that she was covered and filled, surrounded by them. She was already breathing hard when Rudy jammed the key in the door. Her suit fell to the floor as the door closed behind them. They missed dinner.

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The third morning of their trip started late. More than a couple of drinks came with the breakfast they ordered in. Rudy grinned like an idiot as Dixie accepted her tray dressed in only a sheet. She had even chosen a lovely little cover-up kind of island dress thing, and nothing else, to go out in that day. Life was so good; Rudy would have been willing to die right then, had it not meant missing a minute of this. He kissed her publicly, without regard as to what anyone might think. The best part for him was, she let him. Life was sweet.

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As luck would have it, they ran into the young girl Rudy had been ogling in her yellow thong passing by their table on the patio at lunch. Dixie saw him glance and caught his eye. “Now she’s a pretty little thing,” Dixie said matter-of-factly, “isn’t she?”

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Rudy’s eyes floated shut. His mouth slackened a bit and his hand gripped his fork ever tighter. He silently thanked God and smiled.

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The End...

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