Jonquil was enjoying the first day of her vacation in Mexico. Especially when she found out how easily her blonde good looks attracted male attention. In fact she and her friend Mandy were still ordering their first drinks by the hotel pool when a couple of good looking guys came over and began talking. One introduced himself as Frank, the other one as Alvin, and they said they ran an advertising agency in Cleveland.

Frank was built like a dump truck and Jonquil was a little disappointed when it became clear that he was more interested in Mandy than in her. On the other hand there was absolutely nothing wrong with Alvin for some possible holiday romance. He was handsome, slim, a good talker, with his thick black hair tied in a neat ponytail behind his head. He certainly looked the part as a creative director of a flourishing advertising business. Every time his eyes met Jonquil's a tiny frisson of excitement went tingling through her nervous system. This was the stuff of dreams, to be at a glamorous resort with great looking guys, and who knew what it might lead to? Both Mandy and Jonquil certainly got interested when the men said they were down in Mexico on business. Alvin explained that they needed locations to shoot a series of commercials for a new brand of suncream.

"Top level sun protection and the best in skin moisturizer combined, that's the product," Alvin explained."'The coolest cream for the hottest lady', that's our slogan. So we need some kind of a tropical backdrop where you can imagine a gal really needing her tube of Sun Goddess cream. Then we take that natural suggestion of heat and reinforce it with some kind of real hot action. Which takes us right back to the sales slogan again."

"What sort of hot action?" Mandy asked. smiling.

"The sort of hot romantic action any woman with any life in her at all would like to get involved in on her vacation. That's the general theme. Writing it up as specific scripts will depend on the locations. Frank is going off to look at a ruined village we've heard of. And I'm going to take a small sailboat out into the bay. I've got an idea I want to think about once I'm out there. Would you girls like to come along with us and see if you can help out creativitewise? After all, we just might be hiring ourselves some models on this trip. But only if we can get our shit together soon enough."

"I'll go with Frank," Mandy offered instantly.

Jonquil was a bit pissed at the way her friend had jumped in so quickly. But she could live quite happily at going off with Alvin. What did dampen her enthusiasm, so to speak, was the thought of going out onto the water in a 'small sail boat'. When it came to boats, Jonquil preferred the bigger kind. Ocean liners, for choice. On the other hand, for a chance to be a model in a TV commercial she would have seriously considered paddling to Cuba on a surf board.

Even so, it was a shock when the sail boat Alvin had hired turned out to be nothing more than a glorified rowing boat. But at least she enjoyed listening to Alvin coaxing her to get into it with him.

"It's OK, Jonquil, we're only going out around the bay in it. I need it to be a small resort type boat because the concept I have won't work on a bigger boat"

"What concept?"

"It's easier to show you than to explain it. Come on, let's get cruising."

Jonquil was frightened at first as Alvin moved around the boat, putting up the sail and then sitting at the back by the tiller. Every time he moved the small boat seemed likely to tip over. But once he was sitting down again and the wind was filling the sail things seemed much better. The water was smooth, the wind was gentle and it was a good feeling to be moving steadily along with no more noise than a soft rippling sound of water flowing past the sides of the boat. When they were a little way from the shore Alvin pulled on a rope which pulled the sail into the middle of the boat. The boat stopped moving and the nose turned towards the wind. Alvin came up to the front and sat beside Jonquil.

"How's it going?" he asked.

"Cool -- it's great."

"Good".

He took her hands in his and gave her a light kiss underneath her ear. She giggled: "Hey, this is no place to be getting fresh!"

"It seems like a great place to me. Besides, it helps me think. I told you I needed to get my creative juices flowing." He laughed -- Alvin was a guy who seemed to laugh a lot, she thought.

"Maybe you'd better stick to orange juice, just for now," Jonquil teased him.

"No, I've got to get in the mood. See, this is the way the ad starts. The girl and the guy on the boat, out at sea, and they start fooling around with him kissing her. That's how it begins, just like this."

Jonquil pretended to struggle in his grip: "Yeah -- and what happens next?"

"What happens next is that the guy starts coming on heavy: like this." Alvin ran his tongue up and down Jonquil's neck. "Then the girl starts to laugh, she's enjoying the scene but she points to the houses and the people on the beach, and how close they are, so that everybody can see what's happening on the boat."

"OK, I can relate to that."

"Sure, So the next thing you see is the boat sailing again, round behind that big island just over there where there aren't any houses or beaches."

"Is that a fact?"

"So I'm told. You want we should go there and take a look?

"I don't know." Jonquil was intrigued. "What do this couple do when they get to this other bay?"

"Nothing we can't show on the TV screens of millions of decent, God fearing American families," Alvin said. "That's got to make you feel safe enough, surely?"

Jonquil was struggling to stop herself laughing: "Oh, sure."

"No problem, then. Belay the glibbets to the spinnaker, Mr Mate, and hoist the bilges to windward. We're sailing!"

That was just the sort of crazy things Alvin said. He kept Jonquil laughing for all of the half an hour it took to get around the island. He was right though. The island seemed deserted and the shoreline was lined with cliffs. Apart from a couple of big boats a long way away there seemed to be nobody to watch them. Jonquil sat and watched as Alvin pulled down the sail and dropped a small anchor over the side.

"So what happens now?" she asked.

"Oh, what happens now is that the next shot shows the girl sitting at the front here, dipping her bare toes in the water. Then we see the guy swimming around the boat towards her, and the camera pans to show his clothes piled up on the bottom of the boat. Maybe he's still wearing something, maybe he isn't; who knows? Anyway, the next thing that happens is that he starts nibbling the girl's toes."

"What?"

"You've got a problem with that?"

"Uh . . . no, I guess not."

"OK, look away."

"What?"

"I told you, you're not supposed to know if I'm still wearing anything. Go to the front and dabble your feet in the water. I'll be along any second to attend to them."

"But . . ."

"If you want a modeling assignment, Jonquil, you'd better learn that time's money in this business. Get moving!"

This was a strange scene, very strange. The first day of her holiday and she was sitting in the front of a small boat with her feet being lapped by warm waves while a guy who was a complete stranger was stripping himself off behind her. Weird!

She heard Alvin grunt and then the boat rocked as he slipped over the side. A mass of black hair came around the side to her, carefully held well above the sea. Alvin chortled with joy and held onto her ankles with his hands. Jonquil gasped as his weight threatened to pull her over the side and she gripped the safety rail tightly. Alvin lifted her right foot above the water and ran his tongue along her toes. Then he began to nibble them lightly between his teeth. Jonquil squealed softly and held on even more tightly to the rail.

"Be careful!"

"Are you a good swimmer, Jonquil?"

"No! I'm a lousy swimmer."

Alvin grinned up at her, then tugged on her legs again: "Show us your tits then, sweetie, or I'll pull you in."

Jonquil made a token protest: "What happened to all that stuff about family TV viewing?"

"No problem. We'll have the camera filming from behind you when you pull up your top then pick up the tube of suncream and open it. With your hands above your head maybe, putting a smear onto one of your palms. Then your arms come down and the viewers know you're spreading the sun cream all over your tits. Then we switch to a closeup shot of the guy still licking your toes but looking up at you with a big shit-eating grin on his face. So lift your top up and let's see if you've got what it takes for the role. Otherwise . . ." His hands jerked her ankles. "Otherwise you get the bum's rush."

Which was all too true: Jonquil's ass was slipping further and further over the side of the boat. Another inch or so and she'd have to slide under the rail and into the water. And as far as she was concerned the land looked a very long way away.

"OK, OK."

She did as he wanted and pulled up her suntop to show her breasts off the Alvin. He took one look without much reaction -- until he started tickling her soles and Jonquil began twitching around, begging him to stop between outbreaks of giggles.

"Gee, I love seeing a pair like that bouncing around, Jonquil. You're definitely a very fuckable girl. So we'll set up the next scene now."

God, but she'd let herself be led by the nose into this situation. Which was true and Jonquil was angry about the casual way Alvin was treating her. But if a vacation was the time when you wanted unexpected things to happen, she was surely on a vacation.

Alvin's head appeared at the back of the boat, looking at her over the side. Then he reached inside the boat, picked up a towel and threw it to her: "Sit with your back to the mast and look towards me. Wrap the towel around you, but leave your top pulled up. I want plenty of cleavage showing between the towel and the top."

She posed herself as he told her, even leaning forward to show herself off to his watching eyes. Alvin grinned and pulled himself out of the water. Jonquil felt her cheeks blushing under the hot sun as he stood before her completely naked. He picked up another towel and carefully wiped his body dry. His hands lingered over the partial erection he took every opportunity to show off to her as he rubbed it. Then he tied the towel around his waist and picked up a blue and gold squeeze tube dispenser.

"Here, sweetie." He handed it to her. "Second but last shot. We're both on the boat like this, looking at each other. I grin and look down at your feet, there's a closeup of your toes wriggling, and then another closeup of you smiling back at me in a very sexy way. Then you hold up the tube and kind of rub your chin with it, still in closeup, so we get to see the brand label. Then a wide screen shot of you throwing the tube to me, I squeeze some out into my hands, and you lie down on your back. A close up of your fingers letting go of the towel and then a final close up of your face giving the guy the 'let's get fucking' look. Think you can manage that?"

Jonquil was concentrating hard on visualizing what he wanted: "I guess so," she agreed.

Alvin undid the towel around his body and showed his cock rearing up and ready for action: "How about this, baby? Think you can handle this?"

She licked her lips and nodded.

"OK, lie down on your back and open the towel."

He moved closer and loomed above her, a shadow against the sun. His slippery hands fondled Jonquil's bare breasts, tweaked he nipples. Then they moved down to the waistband of her shorts: a few sharp tugs down to her ankles and she was virtually naked. Alvin chuckled moved and Jonquil saw that he was applying a spurt of cream to the tip of his proud standing cock. His fingers encircled his rigid flesh and moved up and down. Then he began singing softly as he continued the movements:

"Two blobs of cum on a subway station.
Two city cops caught at masturbation,
Oh, how these little things remind me of you."

Jonquil laughed as his hands spread her knees apart. "OK, honey, I'm going to start you off now. And what I'm looking for on your face are the sexy kind of looks that will set the camera on fire. Can you do that?"

She blinked against the sun: "Maybe . . . if you can get my creative juices flowing enough."

Alvin's cock thrust into her cunt lips, pushing its nose between them like a pig snuffling for food: "Is this any help?"

Jonquil whimpered in pleasure and squirmed against him with unrestrained pleasure: "Oh sure, yes."

"I guess it must be. You look just like a girl who knows she about to get a real hard fucking."

"I guess I'm being motivated just right. And you sure sound like a guy who thinks he's going to get laid."

"I guess we're both motivated them. How about you, sweetie, could you use another inch of motivation down there?"

"Try me."

END OF PART ONE

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