Miki on Vacation

"I'm here for the week," said Miki as she sipped her drink and ate lunch with Gary at the beach side bar. "My boyfriend Ron arrives tomorrow afternoon."
Gary's mental filters blocked Miki's second statement, as it was unimportant.
Gary first glimpsed Miki as she checked into the Cielo Nueve Resort. They looked each other over. Gary turned his head to examine Miki's well toned ass and legs as she passed, guessing the girl was a boxer.
"I'm starting my senior year at Blake Mitchell University," explained Miki when Gary began talking to her at the bar. "i love to box because I like to hit people...all the physical contact."
Gary returned Miki's broad smile. "Me, too. I've been fighting since high school. Almost 30 years now."
Miki felt a rush: an older man! She noticed his powerful arms. When Miki finished her fourth martini, unsteadily placing it next to her empty plate, Gary asked about her plans for the afternoon.
"None..." Miki answered, carefully waiting for Gary's proposal. Her eyes brightened at his suggestion of sparring in her or his hotel room. Miki remained cool, stating she was unsure since they had only just met. Gary was persuasive and well built. Miki finally agreed, picturing a shirtless Gary by her bed.

Miki was a girl whose beauty was magnified by her boxing gear. Gary wanted her more when he saw her in the outfit she wore for her boyfriend Ron: a clingy yellow T-shirt and red gym shorts. They squared off in Miki's bedroom.
"Who taught you to fight?" asked Gary.
"My father, when I was a young girl."
"Well, he did a good job!" Gary said. "Say goodnight to papa!"
"What?" Miki blurted.
WHAP!!
The right hook sucker punch threw Miki's brain into chaos. As her skull lolled sideways, it looked like Miki might recover. Then Miki smiled and collapsed unconscious on the bed.
A wave of vague guilt came over Gary for the sucker punch, but he ignored it. He felt a stronger lust for the prone Miki and an intense thrill at knock the girl out for the count. With gusto, he slapped Miki's backside and rolled her face up. Clasping her jaw, Gary rocked Miki's head back and forth until her eyes fluttered open. She smiled up at her conqueror.
"I win!" declared Gary.
"I lose.." purred Mike.

Miki woke in an empty bed. First she assumed Ron was making breakfast. Then the throbbing in he jaw reminded her she'd spent the afternoon fucking Gary.
Remembering his knockout punch, Miki dressed quickly and found Gary at the bar.
They only glanced at each other and scrambled back to Miki's room. The pair made love for an hour.
"Let's wrestle to a knockout?" suggested Gary.
"Yes!" Miki shouted wildly, pouncing on her bed partner. The pair rolled violently on the bed, until Gary dazed Miki with an elbow to her chin. He slipped behind the dizzy girl and snaked his arms around her neck.
"You're a great ride!" Miki heard in her ear as she pulled at Gary's arms. "I know you want this!"
Miki felt wave after wave of sleepiness roll over her, filling her weakened body with the potent desire to slumber and have sex. Rapidly her arms became heavy and her breathing slower. Miki was enraptured in the joyful anticipation of her knockout. She sagged against Gary, sound asleep.
Gary put her on the bed and gave her a kiss.

Five minutes later Miki was emerging from vivid dreams. She was in love with Gary.
As she sprinted down the hallway to the bar, a hand clasped Miki's shoulder and spun her. A fist sailed in Miki's face, followed by an explosion of stars.
Gary carried the limp girl boxer over his shoulder to her bedroom.

Miki was never so aroused. She and Gary had volcanic sex, drinking down each other's bodies long into the night.
"I have something for you, Gary said the next morning. He had one hand behind his back.
"What?!" Miki asked lustily.
WHAM!!!
Gary's loaded glove flew from behind his back and popped MIki on the chin. She fell backward, eyes wide, against the wall.
"Do you love me ...?" she asked, groggy.
"No." Gary answered.
"Gooooooo...dddd...."
Miki sank to the floor, out cold.
Gary patted her head and walked out.

By the time Miki was conscious and able to move, Gary was gone. The desk clerk told her that Gary had checked out an hour ago, no forwarding address.
"But this box came for you," he told the forlorn Miki. It was a large square box and when Miki read the note attached, her heart leaped. It was from Ron!
She ran with back to her room and read his note.
"I'll be there soon! Here's a little present to show how much I love you! Love, Ron!"
As Miki hastily removed the lid, a red boxing glove on the end of metal spring shot up, socking her under the chin.
Miki staggered drunkenly and dropped the box. A harsh orgasm rattled her body and she flopped backward onto the couch. She lay there, out cold, for two hours. Her head was full of erotic dreams of Ron and Gary and "Sugarwalls" by Sheena Easton played in her sleeping brain.