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ROMANTIC FANTASY

A chance encounter on a holiday abroad leads to love and enjoyment!

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Submitted: May 06, 2019

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Ana’s Orbs

 

Thursday Night:

The disco on the veranda bar was in full swing. The dancefloor was awash with flashing lights: turquoise, strawberry, tangerine, lemon, and lime green strobes. DJ Lenox dimmed the lights down low and played a slow number. I sank into a tufted black leather sofa in the shadows and watched the short, stocky, auburn blonde smooch a young, olive-skinned man with a balbo beard.

Ana had changed into a sexy, full-length black evening dress, split as high as her waist. Her partner caressed her hips. She drew him in, kissed him deeply. They were well acquainted.

Feeling lonely, I walked to the rocky beach and watched the lighthouse, its moving light, the changing colours. I listened to the siren’s sad song of the sea.

Friday:

My hotel was strictly adults only, lonely hearts in search of new love. I attended the welcome meeting at 11am. There were newly-weds, young couples, parents with grown-up children, middle aged-couples, old-aged couples, singles, widows. I was approached by an old widower.

‘Wife not joining you?’ he said.

‘Afraid not,’ I replied grimly, ‘Maud was killed in a car crash four weeks ago.’

‘Sorry for your loss,’ he lied, ‘Never mind, there’s a glass of bubbly on its way!’

We were introduced to our holiday representatives: Tam, Elicia, Burt and Ana. Then we went on holiday. Our hotel had no beach, just craggy rocks and sea swells.

I lay on the loungers sunbathing most of the day, spotting heavily pregnant mums bursting out of their bikinis with their virile husbands by their sides, sadly surveying the women in search of their bared breasts.

At noon I took a break in the straw-thatched beach bar, taking a cola and chicken wrap. I was served by the young, olive-skinned, man with Balbo beard that caressed Ana’s hips last night.

After a short nap, a siesta out of the sun, I wrapped my lean torso in a fluffy bathrobe, pulled on my tight red trunks and padded to the spa. A fat girl with a bushy moustache offered me a full body massage. I declined, saying I had a weak spinal column. She told me, she cured bad backs, did extras, too. I told her to back off. In my view fat girls shouldn’t offer an adult, extras.

Instead, at 230pm, I worked my muscles on the sparse gym equipment. The shoulder press was the wrong way around and there were no mats for press-ups. I was entertained by the young, olive-skinned man with Balbo beard who caressed Ana’s hips last night, pulling 112kg.

Feeling puny in my cheap trunks, I quit the gym and dived into the heated swimming pool, crawling and sputtering ten lengths, breaststroke, before I ran out of breath.

I towelled myself dry. And sat in the sauna hoping. A slim auburn girl in a skimpy bikini with a port wine stain covering her face sat on the seat below me. I cupped water onto the glowing red coals with the ladle, the steam rose. I made a polite comment to the slim girl about her burgundy face, she walked out.

At 3pm I took a rest in my room, to escape the blazing sun.

At 4pm I attended Step Aerobics on the Fitness Terrace with Ana.

‘Gut job! Give your toes a holiday! Feel your butt! Deep inhale, deep exhale! Very gut job! Feel your toes, feet, calves, thighs, hips, chest, neck, nose, mouth, head, roll your eyes back and drift away,’ she said.

I did everything she told me to do, thanking her for brightening my life, went back to my room and dreamed of her until I fell asleep. I couldn’t get her out of my mind. Those stiff navy shorts, her busty, olive-green top, the sturdy tanned thighs. I prayed Ana hosted the Quiz in the Bar.

At 5pm I sat on my own in the Beach Bar and took a Quiz. The other tables were full of Scots.

At 6pm I worked out in the indoor gym, the pool, and the sauna. The fat girl with the beard was massaging a fat German on a large lounger. He had a broad smile on his red, blushing face, and sweated like a pig. I couldn’t see her hands, so I left.

At 7pm, I attended the Gala Dinner in the Restaurant. It was a self-serve buffet. All the veg had feta cheese topping, baked in a crust. The head chef wore blacks, which struck me as unusual, a black baker’s hat which flopped to the left.

I asked the head chef why the dinner was described as gala. He told me that every night was gala night at the Palacio del Mare, asked if I had an issue. I told him I had no issue with him or his craft, but that it would make a nice change to see broccoli, carrots, peas, squash, swede and green beans served without a brown crust of feta.

He told me to try the Beach Bar, they served Pizza and Caesar Salad with Chips. I pointed out that both contained cheese. The head chef bid me Bon Appetit, and scarpered off to the kitchen. 

At 8pm DJ Rot played obscure house music in the Lobby Bar. The dancefloor was awash with flashing lights: turquoise, strawberry, tangerine, lemon, and lime green strobes. DJ Rot dimmed the lights down low and played a slow number. I sank into my tufted black leather sofa in the shadows and watched the short, stocky, auburn blonde smooch a young, olive-skinned man with a Balbo beard.

Ana had changed into a sexy, full-length black evening dress, split as high as her waist. Her partner caressed her hips. She drew him in, kissed him deeply, for minutes on end. I think the in phrase at adult hotels is: ‘she ate his tongue and tried to suck his tonsils out’.

They were interrupted at 9pm by the Gala Presentation: The Team, Tam, Elicia, Burt and Ana.

At 930pm Rot appeared as Elvis. I went to bed, but didn’t sleep until the noise stopped at 11pm.

Saturday:

I was woken at dawn by the siren’s lilting song of love.

At 830am I enjoyed a breakfast of fruit, nuts and feta cheese on the poolside veranda. The coffee was too strong so I tipped it out into the pool, enjoying its putrid discolouration. One of the gold-fish was floating on its back, poisoned by my coffee. The fat waitress told me to have a nice day and asked if I was celebrating my birthday on holiday. I told her my wife was dead.

At 9am I walked to Eluder to search for socks and underpants. I was told Cretans don’t wear underpants or socks as the weather is too clement. The nearest men’s underwear shop was in Knauss, 20 kilometres away. I reverted to my trunks and hoped that no-one noticed my bulge.

I returned to the hotel at 1030am just in time to change into my red trunks and participate in Aqua Fitness in the Pool with Ana.

‘Gut job! Give toes a holiday! Feel your butt! Deep inhale, deep exhale! Very gut job! Feel your toes, feet, calves, thighs, hips, chest, neck, nose, mouth, head, roll your eyes back and drift away. Marching! Swing those arms. Let your buddy roll like a porpoise in brine,’ she said.

There was a Couples Race! I was forced to swim with Ana holding onto my shoulders! I lay against her back, feeling her taut muscles, her cleft buttocks as she swam with me attached to her body, like her willing limpet. Then we reversed roles. I was hopeless. I thanked Ana for helping me find my way to the edge of the three-tier swimming pool. She laughed and told me to learn to swim.

At noon I went sunbathing again. The sun was intense. One of the heavily pregnant women lay topless; I had to stare out to sea to calm myself. The sea was empty, apart from three oil tankers on the horizon. 

I waited until 1pm to take Lunch, in my red trunks, in the Beach Bar. I spilled some hot chips in my lap and burnt my stomach. I was served by the young, olive-skinned man with the Balbo beard who caressed Ana’s hips last night.

At 2pm I took a restful siesta in my room, dreaming intermittently of Ana in her navy swimsuit.

At 4pm, feeling refreshed, I stood under the shady bamboo canopy in the Fitness Suite and enjoyed a Full Body Workout with Ana. I thanked her for changing my life.

She smiled and said, in stilted German, ‘Thank you, I am so glad that you enjoyed my buddy?’

At 5pm I came last in the Quiz in the Beach Bar.

At 6pm I worked-out in the gym, pool and sauna. The spa was like a morgue, corpse-white with the occasional vase.

At 7pm I attended the International Dinner in the Restaurant. I was forced to wear trousers and a hot cotton shirt. The International Dinner was the same as the Gala Dinner, except that the starter course, the so-called Vital Menu, was served with feta. I chose seafood pasta baked in a feta crust, followed by feta omelette. 

At 730pm I returned to my room to change into a white tuxedo, black tie and ‘Frank Sinatra’ lined black trousers. I sat admiring Maud’s photos, tears streaming down my face, until 9pm.

The Casino Night consisted of a Poker Table and a Roulette Table. Ana, wearing an odd dress with vents down the side, which revealed the extent of her tanned hips, span the roulette wheel.

‘Rein de la plus!’ she cried, incorrectly.

At 930pm, disappointed by Ana’s embarrassing terminology, and out of chips, I went to Bed.

Sunday:

I was woken at dawn by the siren’s lilting song of love

At 830pm I had Breakfast: greasy streaky bacon, frankfurters and eggs, scrambled in ewe’s milk, served with a feta crust.

At 9pm I joined the Walk to Colocynth Causeway with Burt as far as the Eluder Peninsula. Half-way across the spit, I stopped to watch a man and a woman hold hands at a café table. The woman was crying. A speedboat went past. I went to speak. The film producer told me to shut up.

At 1pm I had Lunch in the Beach Bar: Caesar Salad made with feta, followed by a clean shave, shower, and a strange dream about Ana, naked in a glass ball. I blamed the illusion on the feta.  

Then, at 4pm I enjoyed Circuit Training, with Ana, wearing my tight red trunks. She laughed!  I thanked her very much. She said I should try her yoga class, if I wanted to experience instant karma in my buddy.

At 5pm I came last in the Quiz.

At 6pm I returned to the gym, where I lifted two 1kg dumbbells, doggy-paddled in the heated pool, and took a sauna:  I was joined by an attractive girl from Minsk called Luba who wore a turban of towelling around her head and a ten-inch thick sticking plaster around her midriff.

She explained that she had just had operation for hole-in-the heart, and that I mustn’t say or do anything to excite her. I thanked Luba for her honesty, pulled up my red trunks, and returned to my room.

At 7pm I attended the Seafood Buffet (Gala Dinner with Fish, and feta).

At 9pm I watched the sensational Russian acrobats hold each other in the Lobby Bar and pondered over the future of free speech.

Monday:

At 10am I attended Back Fit with Ana. I thanked Ana for curing my back pain.

She lightly touched my shoulder and said, ‘Take care of your buddy.’

At 11am I attended Aqua Fit with Ana. During the Couples Race, I had to swim with Ana, holding onto her shoulders, lying against her back, feeling her strong muscles, and cleft buttocks. I thanked her for carrying me to the rim of the three-tier swimming pool. But she just smiled and turned away. I went to the sea. 

At 245pm I enjoyed a free full body massage with the bearded lady.

At 4pm I attended Dumbbell Fit alone with Ana. I mentioned to her that I wrote Short Stories.

‘I would like to read your stories!’ she smiled, ‘Would you write a story about me?’

I said that I would love to write a love story about her and she taught me how to lift dumbbells.

At 5pm I attended Stretch and Relax with Ana:

At the International Dinner, I was personally greeted by Ana, wearing an odd dress, with vents, which highlighted the perfect shape of her bared tanned hips. I wondered about Balbo Beard’s hands, whether Ana would give of herself to him on the dancefloor. I heard a siren sing of the sea. I heard my siren sing!

At 730pm I took an evening stroll by the beach and stared at the reflections of the Beach Bar lights, casting on the water.

At 830pm I went to bed. I was kept awake until 11pm by DJ Rot.

Tuesday:

Ana’s day off. I sat in my room and sulked all day. The Naturals Trio kept me awake until 11pm. I sat and played 13-card patience until midnight, but struggled to find the Ace of Hearts.

Wednesday:

I was woken at dawn by the siren’s lilting song of love.

At 9pm, I attended Night Yoga with Ana. She sent me to sleep under the stars, then made me ginger tea.

‘Very gut job! Feel your toes, feet, calves, thighs, hips, chest, neck, nose, mouth, head, roll your eyes back and drift away,’ she said.

Behind Ana’s body lay two huge opaque illuminated orbs which changed colour from mauve to pink, strawberry, tangerine, lemon and lime green. Afterwards, I helped Ana clear up all of her spent candles and washed up and towel-dried our two tea cups and saucers in my bedroom.

‘Meet me on the beach in fifteen minutes!’ she whispered, excitedly, as I presented her china.

I met Ana on the beach, the warm breeze of romance blowing through our hearts, the waves of love crashing upon our souls. Ana, who made me feel young again. Ana, whose huge, opaque, illuminated orbs changed colour: turquoise, strawberry, tangerine, lemon, lime green, as they lay bobbing on the surf.

One of the orbs slid open! Ana climbed inside!

‘I must leave now,’ she said as the orb closed!

I stared at her naked figure, hunched inside her orb, crying out vibrantly to me, crying with joy:

‘Feel your body float! Enjoy the moment!’

She floated off across the sea into the dark night.

‘What about me!?’ I cried. ‘I love you, Ana, and I always will! You can’t just leave me here?!’

She called me! My siren! ‘Feel your body float! Enjoy the moment!’

The second orb slid open! 

I climbed inside!

I bounced across the crashing waves to my love!

‘Oh, Ana!’ I cried.

‘Oh, my siren of the sea!’ 

The siren sang her lilting song of love!


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