bonzer
/ˈbɒn zər/
1. remarkable; wonderful.
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Life was good. Very
good, in fact. Wonderful, really. What could be bad? He was in paradise. He was surrounded by very beautiful women,
all wearing one type of swimsuit or another, and all devoted to him. The private beach was calm and the rhythmic sound
of the waves was pleasant. Everything
was perfect, really.
Well,
there was that odd sound coming from somewhere off in the distance, but he
could mostly ignore that. The light
music mostly covered it anyway.
One of
the women offered him a plate of fruit.
The slices were fresh, juicy, and sweet.
They did have an oddly sterile aftertaste, but it was nothing to worry
about. Everything around had that same
flavor, so he had gotten used to it. It
was the same with the beeping. It was
always there, so he had learned to enjoy it.
Neither the sterile aftertaste nor the beeping were enough to detract
from how wonderful the place was.
A woman
came and served him a tall, cold beer once he was done with the fruit. The brew reminded him of one he had many
years ago. It good stuff. Full bodied and flavorful. Nothing wrong with that glass. It did remind him of something though. He could not quite put his finger on what it
was, but definitely something. Something
about a car maybe? It was odd because he
did not need to drive anywhere on the beach.
The
women looked adoringly at him as he drank.
They were waiting for him to say something. He obliged by telling them a joke he had
made. It was a truly remarkable bit of
comedy, if he did say so himself. The
women ate it up, laughing heartily once he was finished. Nobody else appreciated his humor, so it was
a fine thing to know someone out there shared his sense of humor.
One of
the women wanted to show her appreciation for the laugh by offering him a
massage. He knew this one. He liked this one, especially her idea of a
massage. She used neither her hands nor
her feet for that. She dipped her entire
body in the water and used one of his favorite parts of the female anatomy to
rub him up and down, massaging his entire body.
A faint scent of something not unlike strong soap wafted over him as her
very soft body wound its way across his torso.
It was an odd perfume she wore, but, like all things, it was not enough
to detract from the experience.
When
the massage was done, another woman dried him off. The towel she used was small, and felt a bit
rougher than it looked. He could hardly
argue with the service though, so he did not complain.
Once
dry, he lay back and relaxed, letting the sun warm him and the music sooth
him. The beeping was only a mild
annoyance to the otherwise wonderful experience. A sound like a woman crying reached his
ears. It was louder than the ever
present beeping, but still far off.
Whoever it was sounded familiar, like a loved one he could not quite
remember. It was not one of the swim
suit clad beauties though, so he put it out of his mind.
The day
passed in idle bliss. The women gave him
good food and drink, listened to his jokes, and made his stay more than pleasant. But the sun was setting now, and the darkness
of night was starting to encroach on his vision. He felt like he should get up off his beach
chair and find a proper bed. After all,
while the chair was hardly uncomfortable, it was not exactly the best
either. But, when he tried to move, one
of the adoring women clasped his hand down, holding it against the chair. The women wanted him to stay. That was fine. He settled into the chair and closed his
eyes.
It was
a wonderful place to finally go to sleep.
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Pretty much every man's fantasy, really, with a few changes according to the individual. Although...one has to wonder what this fellow went through to get it so good. Hmmmmmmm..........
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