The Wick-a-nish

Rebecca, are you interested? I asked on the phone. Ahuh. Well then it is all set I will meet you in Vancouver on Tuesday afternoon. From there we will take a floatplane to Tofino on the west coast of Vancouver Island. I have made reservations at the reknowned Wick-a-nish Inn.

The sky is crystal clear, as our pilot revvs the engine and pulls back on the stick and we are launched skyward across the Salish Sea. We both look out the window, as we pass over Gabriola Island then what I can only assume is Parksville, and a few minutes later Coombs with the goats on the roof; a famous farmer's market. Mt Arrowsmith can be seen on the left, as the plane flies over Cameron Lake and beyond.

I point out a winding river clear, as a bell, and smile. It has been almost a decade since I have been to Vancouver Island. I still see many of the areas where I travelled by truck along the logging roads into the back country.

There is Port Alberni on the right, as we fly over the hump, and slowly descend following the terrian. The pilot veers out to sea and takes us along the coastline where we see a long stretch of white sand. Long Beach, I say to you, as I point through the window.

We pass over the seaside town of Tofino then circle out to sea. As the pilot makes his approach we look down and see waves, but the pilot accustomed lands with a bump. Then the floats slice through the waves and the plane motors to the dock.

Moments later we step out onto the dock and as the waves pummel the shore we need to find our land legs. I can see the excitement in your eyes, as I lead the way to shore. Oh, Nick it is magnificient you say to me giving me a hug then saying, I love you!

I have arranged for us to be picked up by a local and driven to the Wick-a-nish Inn. It is a short ride along the main road out of town. Our driver turns right up the long, tree-lined drive, and stops in the circular drive. One of the staff comes out to help us with our bags and its then we see the massive, carved, wooden doors. Welcome to the Wick-a-nish he says, and opens one door to let us in.

We sign in and are handed our key to a suite down the right corridor overlooking the ocean. The room is exquiste with a king sized bed covered in luxurious bedding, and several pillows. To compliment the suite two suede sofas face a picture window with the view of the Pacific Ocean.

I lay back on the bed while you check out the bathroom, and I hear a squeal of delight. A roman tub stands on a tiled step above the surrounding floor. You are most impressed with the two ceramic sinks, side by side. The mirror is quite the center piece and to my surprise there is a three headed shower the size of half my bathroom at home. Then I see the plush towel in your hands and hanging on a hook are two plush robes. Omg, I exclaim I am in heaven.

We luxuriate in the splendor. From my spot on the bed I can hear water running and can only assume you mean to take a bath. As I look towards the bathroom I see you strip and know full well why you left the door ajar. I walk closer to the partially opened door and spy on you, as you step into the steaming bath. Mmm... I bite my bottom lip and watch, as you raise a leg knowing full well you have my attention. From my location I have a clear view of your breasts and know full well that over the course of the week I will have them in my hands and mouth.

Sweet Jesus, I am hard just staring at you.

Then suddenly you step out of the tub all red from the heat of the water and bend at the waist. I push the door wider and step through the doorway up behind you. I extend my right hand and flick my wrist; fingers grazing your velvety, red mound. Oooooh... is your response to my touch. I like that please do not stop. I step closer yet and grab your chin turning your head towards me and biting your neck. Rebecca you are so hot, I whisper. You turn towards me and hurriedly pull at my belt with an urgency. I feel that tug the one I have come to know just a second before you slide to your knees on the tiled, marble floor.

Your lips part and I feel the heat of your mouth. I moan entranced by the bobs of your head. Oh god, I say as I raise up on my toes and my body trembles. I can feel one of your hands cup my balls, as the other strokes my shaft. I gasp then tense, as I grab handfuls of your red hair and watch you swallow.

Later as we dress for dinner... I say Rebecca you are beautiful and I love you, as I escort you down the hall to the circular dining area. Wow, I stand stunned for a second at the view before me. The whole outside wall of the restaurant is one sheet of circular glass. You tug on my arm and say, 'Come on Nick, I am famished.'

The waitress appears immediately and asks if we would like something to drink. Yes, please I say a bottle of your finest Sauvignon.

Our porterhouse steaks arrive smothered in a chantrelle mushroom and wine sauce with scallopped potatoes and fresh green beans. I watch as you take your first bite thinking only moments ago you had another piece of meat in your mouth. Then ask if everything is to your liking. I get a mumbled yes and that twinkle in your eye.

Dessert is an exquistely delicious caramel, cheesecake. Oh, my you exclaim this is really good. Tasty is it not, I reply.

After dinner we change and go for a walk down along the beach. Rebecca you lean your head on my shoulder and whisper, 'You are spoiling me again'.

I turn to you and we kiss... then I pull back only to look deeply into your eyes and give you a hug. I am in heaven if ever there is one with you by my side. We walk on until we come to a secluded spot and make out under the night sky.

Later... much later we return to our room.

The hot water feels great, as I stand under the shower head and soak my entire body then I take the shampoo bottle, and squeeze a dollop onto my hand. The scent fills me with a sense of longing, as I massage my scalp. With my eyes closed I sense a movement behind me then feel your stiff nipples glide along my back. A quick flick of my head sends the shampoo against the stone wall. Then a quick rinse under the shower head, and I turn to see your smile. Yes, that lovely smile of yours beaming the joy you feel.

I kiss you fully on the mouth then move lower nibbling your neck following my hands with my mouth. You lean against the wall and raise one foot placing it on a small, wooden stool. I move lower and nibble the tender flesh of your inner thigh while my fingers probe between your legs. Slowly, I move my head closer teasing you for a moment, as I resist the temptation to devour your pussy lips into my mouth. I begin to alternately flick the tip of my tongue across your clitoris and give the nob a tug with my lips.

Rebecca you crush my head against you and moan while I continue to please you endlessly making you cum. I still remember your taste in my mouth from earlier and sigh.

The time has come to move from the shower to the bedroom, as we stumble across the oak stained, wooden, floor boards to the king sized bed. Laughter fills the room, as we tumble headlong onto the bed and roll face to face. You kiss me just then, and it still lingers on my lips.

We are in the moment... our legs intertwined my cock pressed against your bum and my fingers busily playing with your pussy, and nipples. I love these intimate moments spent with you exploring, tasting and making love.

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