The Botanical Beauty:Part I-Her First Trip

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The Botanical Beauty: Part I–Her First Trip For as long as Isabella Bloom could remember, she’d dreamt of studying plant biology with Dr. Phineas Studman at Berkeley. Now barely eighteen, and acting against her parent’s wishes of attending University of Texas at Austin and the program directed by Dr. Phil Boreman which had one of the world’s leading botany programs, she anxiously prepares to leave home alone for the first time. Why leave home and go so far away her parents had implored. Save money and live at home they had argued. As usual Isabella had listened and been the “good girl” they all expected. She had always been the “good girl”. Good grades, good behavior, no serious dating, no late nights, no calls from the police station, no tattoos, high SAT scores, rather unproductive flute lessons, cheerleading squad, honor roll; everyone knew that Isabella was the perfect daughter. Isabella was the sweet girl who ran around in the rain trying to put the worms back in the ground to “save them” and stopped boys from killing butterflies. At sixteen Isabella had “blossomed” (in botanical terms akin to her name) into five-feet and five inches of gorgeous curves, sexy kissable lips and long curly dark tresses tumbling down framing her pretty face. Accordingly Isabella was not only perfect inside, she was perfect and beautiful outside as well. At sixteen Isabella also transformed into somewhat of a “nerd” and immersed herself endlessly in the “Star Wars” saga and thick books on plants and flowers, which came to fascinate her. In her own mind Isabella imagined herself as Queen Amidala embodied in a rather more exotic Mediterranean and curvy bodacious package undertaking a cosmic crusade to “save the plant kingdom” with her dad’s typical French savoir faire. Out of her cocoon, Isabella now had the curves of a real woman, a body that could only be termed “sinful”. Isabella’s amazing body and quick mind were the result of a significant amount of “cross pollination”. Half of Isabella’s genetic bonanza had been contributed by her Parisian raised French father Philippe Bloom (a Sorbonne educated PhD. genius in molecular biology). The other fifty-percent of her genetic material was a present from Isabella’s sultry African American/Spanish mother (the original Isabella Bloom, a well known TV Spanish cooking show host). The tangled multi-ethnic roots of this genetic melting pot fused into a hybrid mix of genetic material that had resulted in the stunning Isabella. Isabella’s father’s genes gave her the “A’s” at school, but everyone universally proclaimed that for Isabella’s outer appearance the sexy mother’s genes had held sway completely. At school the boys–rampant and in heat, testosterone driving them to fantastic ends to impress her–buzzed around Isabella like bees around a flower full of nectar. It could not be denied that Miss Bloom was a highly attractive flower so to speak. Isabella was largely oblivious to their goings-on and their pathetic efforts to impress her. Nonetheless she almost unknowingly had a way of teasing and flirting that she seemed oblivious to and which drove the boys crazy. For some reason “boys” did just not do anything for Isabella? I mean really, painting a sign on the road in front of her house saying “I LOVE YOU” in big red letters eight feet high. It was so embarrassing. Explaining that one to her Dad was not easy. Perhaps the guy holding up the sign “I’LL DO ANYTHING” was worse. Didn’t he realize that every teenage girl has seen that movie? While most of her friends had been dating and having sex for two years it was no secret among Isabella’s girlfriends that she was still a virgin. Her closest friends had tried their best to “set her up” but it had just never seemed right to Isabella and she always Yakacık escort backed out before things could “heat up”. Her girlfriend’s accounts of their “first time” had also not done much to encourage her. Isabella really did not relish giving up her virginity to a sweaty pawing boy in the back of a truck or with a drunken boy at a party while people were yelling and dancing on the other side of the door. It just wasn’t how Isabella imagined and dreamed of her “first time” happening and Isabella was a strong believer in having dreams. Isabella Bloom wanted her first time to be romantic, to be “perfect” and she had a vague steamy idea of what the man would be like. She imagined him being mature and confident and being attentive and sensitive to those “little things” in life that would cause her to feel tingles. Those “tingles” Isabella imagined would lead to deep longing looks, which would lead to long tender kisses and those long tender kisses she imagined would lead to? Well when Isabella’s mind wandered like this her pussy would really start to tingle and she’d get wet and she’d blush, even if she was in her own bedroom. It embarrassed Isabella a little when she needed to rub her pussy with her hand to take away the tingles. Isabella paced the airport nervously, her sixteen year-old sister Danielle and parents watching on anxiously. Isabella, or “Issy” as everyone called her, heard the boarding call for her plane and gave her younger sister Danielle a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. Issy’s rather fetching Mom, Isabella number one, burst into tears at the prospects of her “little girl” leaving alone on a jet plane causing a bit of a scene with her typically Spanish emotional outburst. Mr. Bloom, as usual, was stoic and reserved in that very Parisian manner and gave Issy only a light hug and assured everyone that Issy was “Tu es si mature” or “You are all grown-up now” and “she will be fine”. Issy waved as long as she could see them from the gangway and then turned nervously to face her trip alone. Issy was dressed comfortably for the long, long plane rides to come. She had on comfortable not too tight grey sweat pants, a sort of loose t-shirt that had the U of T botany department logo emblazoned on it. She also carried a hoodie sweat top in her carry-on bag in case it got cold. Not even these garments could hide her amazing body. But it was more Issy’s confidant demeanor, her dazzling smile and her sparkling lively dark eyes framed by her tumbles of gorgeous hair that turned heads. You only afterwards noticed her toned sculpted ass, her pert firm and full rounded breasts and her slim tight waist. When men’s eyes fell upon Issy it is clear they fell into lust. The first flight to NYC was just under four hours and Issy was happy crammed into a typical American domestic flight. For her, even though everything was crap, it was exciting, thrilling and new. She was finally on what you would call a “journey”. The fabric on her seat may be threadbare, the food may be potato chips, the person next to her might smell, but she was delirious with excitement to finally be off on her own. Issy was being sponsored on this trip by the university so most of the costs were covered. Sightings had been reported of the rare Phal Appendiculata orchid, long felt to be extinct, on the island of Bali. This year the students were focused on rare orchids and some had gone to Madagascar to look for Grammangis Spectabilis, others had chosen Nicaragua, but when Issy heard the word “Bali” she felt immediately thrilled. All the other students were third and fourth year botany students. It was highly unusual for a first year student to be invited, but Issy had done her admissions essay on the unique sexual propagation Atalar escort bayan strategies of highland orchids. Dr. Boreman had noticed her interesting work and had put her name forward for this special opportunity. Issy had always wanted to go to a “romantic” tropical place and Bali seemed just the ticket. She had spent hours surfing the Internet looking at pictures of Bali and her head was spinning in excitement. In addition to finding and documenting the Phal orchid and hunting down other rare orchids, Issy was a girl and wanted to browse through Kuta for hot bikinis, mini skirts, sexy club dresses and look at the beautiful silver jewelry that was hand crafted in the local villages. The Phal was an amazing orchid and Issy was so excited by her project. First discovered by Dr. Carr in 1929 it had “disappeared” and was thought to be extinct until 1990 when it was discovered again on Peninsular Malaysia. Now a new sighting on Bali’s volcanic slopes was tantalizing if true. If it could be proven the Phal existed in Bali then the habitat of this rare beauty was much wider than originally thought and Issy could get a citation for helping with the discovery. The Phal was a tiny orchid with a flower only ten millimeters in size and it lived on small twigs and branches of other trees, so locating it would not be easy. Issy had always been up for a challenge in life and this was no different. Issy landed at JFK and then connected to a Cathay Pacific flight to Hong Kong, which was the shortest connection to Bali. There she would connect to another Cathay flight to Bali. This was a fourteen- hour flight to Hong Kong and again Issy was crammed into a narrow seat. Being young, slim and highly excited none of this fazed her. The young guy next to her turned out to be rather good looking, but obnoxious and tried again and again to chat her up. The guy asked Isabella what she was studying at university and when she told him she was studying botany the guy chuckled and asked what the hell could you do with a botany degree. “Isn’t that useless? Sort of like a degree in philosophy isn’t it.” He had obviously blurted this out without thinking what sort of impact it would have on the rather fetching girl he was trying to get to know. He puffed himself up and said that he was an engineer and that engineers “build things” and made them selves useful to society and that’s why they were paid so much. He then asserted that a good-looking girl like her didn’t need to worry anyways as she could marry a guy and he’d “take care of her”. Issy could hardly contain her anger; her face turning red and she had to bottle it up inside. What an arrogant asshole she thought to herself. Issy rolled her eyes (a rather attractive habit of hers) at his ignorance. At first Issy tried to explain to this boor that the possibilities in the botany world are nearly endless. New discoveries are made every year of new species of plants, indicating that we have only tapped the surface in our understanding of the plant world. A degree in botany, she explained, helps advance areas such as health, genetics and food production and is vital to the cosmetics industry. Didn’t he know that most of our foods relied on sexually reproduced plants and that a deep understanding of botany was critical to human survival as well as the survival of the planet when you consider global warming? Issy soon realized this fellow was like most guys who were shallow and superficial and had little appreciation for the amazing world of plants. She turned away curled up and slept soundly in the knowledge that it was his loss. She chuckled to herself and thought for sure he was sitting next to her with a huge irritating hard-on and he’d never have the pleasure Escort Kadıköy of kissing or touching a girl as amazing as herself. Issy drifted off to sleep smiling softly. Meanwhile, in Hong Kong, John was quickly packing and getting ready to leave for Bali. It had been a hectic few months working on this deal and he needed a break. He had booked the nicest hotel in Nusa Dua with a big suite facing the ocean. He had also taken the adjoining room since his twenty-six year-old “friend with benefits” Angie had been planning to join him. At the last minute Angie had cancelled since her analysts job was pretty intense and UBS wouldn’t let her take time off. John wasn’t too happy about Angie cancelling. He had been looking forward after a few months of no sex to having some wild romps with the blond and vivacious Angie. He thought she was just the pick-up he needed for his current overworked state of affairs. The only issue with Angie was that she was a bit wild for John’s taste. Angie was a wild young American girl and she loved to club late into the morning and often by 2:00 am or so John just wanted to go back to the room, lay her on the bed and lick her clit and pussy and touch her until she came a few times and then let her ride him cowgirl style until they both exploded in unison. Angie on the other-hand often wanted to keep drinking until nighttime became morning and sometimes became so drunk no sex even took place. Also, often John just wanted to give her orgasms the good old fashioned way and have a nice fuckathon and she’d insist on elaborate rituals of being tied-up, being disciplined, long elaborate roll-play games and multiple sex toys being employed such that John simply became exhausted by her energy. Oh well John thought it will be more relaxing without Angie and I can re-read one of the classics. He reached for his first edition copy of “The Great Gatsby” and shoved it into his carry-on. At the airport he whisked through immigration and waited in the lounge for the flight to Bali sipping on a wonderful latte. Issy’s plane arrives in Hong Kong and she get’s off to transfer to the Bali flight. She is told the Cathay Bali flight is at Gate 46 and heads there to make sure she doesn’t miss the flight. There is a two-hour wait so Issy finds a seat by the new gate and tries her best to sleep. About a half-hour before the flight John heads down to Gate 46 and stands around waiting for the flight to be called. The plane to Bali has the new flatbed sleeper seats so he can stretch out and relax and John looks forward to his vacation. Issy is at the gate spread across two seats sleeping lightly, exhausted by her already over twenty-hour journey with five more hours to come. She hears her name– “Miss Isabella Bloom please come to the check-in desk”– being called over the intercom and sleepily pulls herself up and heads to the Cathay check-in desk. What’s this all about she wonders hoping her trip is not heading for bad news already. Out of the corner of his eye John sees the young girl in sweats get up and walk to the counter. Hmmm he thinks admiringly, nice ass, nice body, even in sweats and what gorgeous long curly hair. He realizes how young she is, perhaps only 21 or 22 he thinks and dismisses his prospects. She’d probably never look at me twice. At 43, she probably thinks I’m ancient. The cute Chinese girl at the counter tells Issy that unfortunately the flight to Bali is way overbooked. Issy’s face falls and she knows that she is headed for more hours of delay at the Hong Kong airport. “Shit” she thinks to herself, I knew things were going too well to be true. So she asks the girl how to get on the next flight and what she should do? The girl smiles, “No, you’ve misunderstood me. Economy class is full so we’re upgrading you to business class. Here’s your new boarding pass for Seat 8G. Enjoy your flight.” Issy was flabbergasted. My god, business class, now that’s exciting she thought to herself and smiled? A few feet away John caught the exchange and he also smiled widely thinking how cute her reaction was.

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