by Mia Moore
Keith’s hand rested on the small of my back. Thank God, he hadn’t been left as speechless as I was at that moment. “Sounds like fun. Maybe we’ll check it out.”
Abby’s friendly smile appeared next to Rob’s face. “Hi. Want to join Glen and me for a drink? We’re sitting just over there.” Her hand rose to point to the far side of the pool where her husband sat, towel draped across his lap.
“Sure. If you’ll excuse us, Rob. Maybe we’ll see you later.” Keith’s hand behind me was nudging me away from the bar.
“Good thing I was there. He was really hitting on you Lori.” Keith leaned down and whispered in my ear.
“Are you kidding? He was drunk. Don’t be silly.” But deep down, I was glad that Keith had seen it—another guy hitting on me.
“Look, I can tell when a guy’s hitting on a woman. I’m a GUY! He wants to get next to you in the hot tub. He said it twice.” His voice was becoming louder in my ear.
Glen waved his hand and rose to his feet, clutching the towel to his groin, when we arrived at the table. “Hi. How’s your day going? Havin’ a good time?”
“Great! At least until some guy hit on Lori at the bar. I thought this was a couples club. Am I going to have to stand guard over her?” Keith grinned, but there was an underlying tone in his voice I’d never heard before. Was he jealous?
“You might, if you don’t want to share. The guy’s wife is probably around somewhere, maybe with someone else. Just blow it off.” He turned to look at me. “That’s what happens when you’re sexy. You must be used to guys hitting on you.”
Okay, Glen was giving me a compliment but he was probably ten years older than Keith and me. Older guys tend to be like that. “I carry a bat around in my purse to beat them off.” My face became hot as the double entendre hit me. “I mean shoo them away.”
“I don’t know about you but I’d rather be beaten off, wouldn’t you Keith?” Glen’s dark eyes were sparkling, enjoying his joke.
“What’s this about getting beat off? I leave you alone for five minutes and you’re hitting on this young couple.” Abby set a dark drink in front of Glen and took a seat, grinning at Keith and me. She was wearing a blue sarong, the ends tucked in above her breasts.
“I wouldn’t get sexy without you here, you know that, Abby. Lori was just offering her services.” Glen laughed and patted Abby’s arm.
“You’re right Glen,” added Keith. “I’ll have to keep an eye on Lori with this crowd. You know what the really crazy thing is. She doesn’t believe she’s attractive. Even with guys hitting on her.”
Abby and Glen stared at me, their eyes wide. God, I wished Keith had just let it go. I felt like a centre shot, fishing for compliments. I mean, what COULD they say to THAT comment?
Glen leaned across the table. “Talk to us at the end of the week.” He smiled and patted my hand. “You guys like snorkeling? Abby and I are going tomorrow morning. Want to join us?”
I took a long sip of my drink, almost finishing it and smiled at Glen.
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The short puffed sleeves of the ‘wench’ costume I’d brought for the first theme night fell just off the shoulder on my arms. The neckline was very low, just barely covering my nipples and with the push up bra, my breasts were like lush melons, about to burst up and out to freedom. I tightened the laces of the corset-like section that covered my midriff and tummy, despite feeling full from a fabulous meal of jerk chicken.
Keith’s hand roamed over my ass, tugging at the flowing white fabric of the skirt as we walked from our room to the party. “This is booty fit for any pirate. I’ll be claiming my share of it later, wench.”
“You’d better.” I smiled up at him. He looked rakishly handsome with the three cornered hat, eye patch and open vest revealing his strong chest and arms. The dark pants were tight, fastened at the waist by buttons, straining to contain him.
I tugged at his hand and rose on my bare toes to quietly murmur. “You’d better be careful not to get aroused at this party. If you do, those buttons are going to fly off and someone could lose an eye.”
“Oh. So I can’t look at you all evening. Is that what you’re saying?” He stopped and put his arms around me hugging me close. His lips trailed against my bare neck and the soft tendrils of hair that escaped the upsweep. I rose up again to feel his shaft, hard against my tummy.
“Should we skip the party and go back to the room?” My hands slide between us to grip and rub his manhood.
“Hell no. But I’m going to nail you later, Wench. Besides, you wanted to use the phone in the lobby to call home and check on things with your Mom and the kids.”
“You’re right. Besides, we’ve got all week. I can’t wait to see the other costumes.” I couldn’t suppress the giggle. “Or lack of.”
“Me too.” Keith put his arm around my shoulder and we continued walking, drawn to the reggae music that throbbed from the large bar.
The bar was wide open and sparkled with lights, a deep contrast to the deep blue velvet of the Caribbean night. It was half filled with couples at tables, or dancing to the music.
“I’ll get us a drink and a table while you make the call.” He gave me a kiss on the cheek and wandered inside.
I walked past the pool and the series of connected hot tubs. There were still some people at the pool bar and sitting in the chairs near the pool. A couple was necking in the alcove as I passed and went up the stairs to find a telephone not in use. I found one and took a deep breath, trying to get myself in a home headspace.
After a few minutes on the phone with my mother and the kids, I was satisfied that things there were going well. It sounded like she was spoiling them, letting them stay up later to watch movies and eat popcorn. Oh well, that’s what grandmothers do.
I got up and turned, about to go to the bar to join Keith, when I saw Rob stumble up the stairs.
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He was wearing a bandana on this head, dark curly locks hanging on each side of his firm jaw line. When he noticed me his face broke into a wide grin and he stopped. “Hello.” The tone of his voice and the way his eyes wandered over my body, resting for a moment on my bare neckline before rising to my face, made me smile, despite the warmth of my cheeks.
“Great costume isn’t it?” I continued walking across the floor, conscious of the skirt fabric brushing my bare thighs. The only other man who had ever looked at me this way was my husband. Here was a handsome man, a stranger, taken aback at the sight of me.
“It’s pretty sexy, wench. Will this pirate get some of that booty later or has your husband staked all claims?”
What the hell? I stopped and looked at him and tilted my head. “Where’s your wife? Shouldn’t you be asking HER that? And you’re right, my husband doesn’t share.” I shook my head and started to walk away.
“YET! At least dance with me later, okay?” His voice rose, aimed at my retreating back.
Yet? What nerve! He was good looking, yes, but so was Keith. Still… I held my head high and shoulders back, thrusting the girls forward and up, more sway to my hips as I walked to the night club.
Keith was sitting at a table near the door, watching the crowd on the dance floor. He jumped in his seat, when I placed my hand on his shoulder. “Lori! Here, have a seat. You’re not going to believe the costumes or the way the people are dancing. Not much left to the imagination.”
I took a seat next to him and looked toward the dance floor. If I thought I was showing a lot of cleavage, it was nothing to what some of the women were exposing. Bare boobs jiggled as they danced in skirts to the reggae beat. The men dancing with them, weren’t shy in where they placed their hands—asses, boobs—laughing with their partners.
“Oh man, this is hot.” He glanced over to me, tearing his eyes from the dance floor. “I imagined it to be something like this, but to actually see it… wow.” He turned back to the dance floor, watching intently.
I followed his gaze. “C’mon, you’ve been to strip clubs w
ith your buddies Keith, how much different is this?”
He turned back to me. “Are you serious? Everyone at a strip club dressed like this is angling to get into my wallet. This is… I don’t know… more honest or something maybe. It’s definitely more of a turn on than any strip club Lori.”
His dark eyes sparkled in the flame of the candle at our table, his lips parted in a wondrous smile. He took a large sip of his drink and slapped the plastic cup onto the table. “Do you want to dance?”My breath hitched in my throat. I DID want to dance but would I be expected to bare my boobs? Even though all the brochures had said that no one touches you unless you give permission, would these people remember that? Many of them had been drinking all day.
“In a few minutes. Let me finish my drink.” My eyebrows rose and pulled together as I smiled, teeth clenched together.
He put his arm around me and drew me close, his breath warm and soft against my ear. “Finish your drink and I’ll get you another. No one knows us here. It’s just you and me. Let’s try some dirty dancing.” He pulled away and looked into my eyes, his lips pulled up, so that his dimples showed.
How could I resist him? “Okay. But the girls stay covered, all right?” I watched him over the rim of the glass as I downed it. He nodded and grinned at me.
Another couple of drinks and I was up on the dance floor dancing to Sean Paul’s staccato beat ‘Get Busy’ with the rest of them. Keith was behind me and held my body tucked into his, rubbing his crotch against my ass as his hands roamed over my stomach and breasts. I closed my eyes swaying with him, totally given over to dancing erotically with him. This was just another layer of our affection, wasn’t it?
Oooo…I sighed when his fingers slipped under the low neckline of my dress and rubbed my nipple. A jolt of pleasure shot straight down my stomach and landed between my legs. When he pulled the fabric down to expose my dark nipple, I pressed my shoulders against his, inviting more. Encouraged his other hand pulled my nipple up, tweaking it between his fingers.
My eyes opened a crack to watch the other dancers near us. Two women were kissing, swaying to the music and cupping each other’s asses with their hands. Two guys with smiles on their faces were watching them closely. Next to them, I saw Rob dancing with a woman, just a little smaller than me. His gaze was riveted on my chest, watching Keith play with my nipples. He glanced up and our eyes met.
Somehow, he managed to dance his wife next to Keith and me. She was a red haired woman with a pale, ivory complexion, wide green eyes and full luscious lips. Although she and I probably wore the same pant size, her breasts were small. The top of her dress had been pulled down, exposing high, firm, pink topped breasts, which jiggled when she moved. Rob moved behind her and placed his hands on her breasts, mimicking what Keith and I were doing.
Keith pushed his groin into my ass harder and dry humped in time to the music. I slid my hand down, across his thigh searching for his crotch, and found him hard as a rock. The sexy dancing and the sight of nearly naked couples sexually caressing each other was getting to him. From the wetness between my thighs, it was getting to me too.
The song ended but still we stayed like that.
“Hi again. Kate, this is Keith and Lori. Remember I told you about the couple I met at the pool bar today? This is them.” Rob’s hands dropped from Kate’s boobs and urged her closer.
“Hi Kate. Nice to meet you.” Keith’s hand left my nipple and extended to shake hers.
She glanced at Keith, revealing perfect small teeth, murmured hi, and turned to me. “Hi Lori. I love the way you fill that costume.” There was open admiration in her eyes.
“Thanks. I guess I’ll never drown with this set of floaters.” I knew it was a weak joke but I’d never had a woman admire my boobs.
“Want to switch partners for this dance?” Another song had started to play and before I had a chance to say yes, Kate had grabbed Keith hand.
I looked at him and he shrugged at my unspoken question. The next thing I knew, Rob had taken my hand in his, his other hand warm on the small of my back leading me in the dance. Well, this might not be too bad--there was a good two inches between our bodies. As we danced I noticed his gaze drop to my nipples a few times.
“Kate’s right. You have beautiful breasts. Do you mind if Kate and I touch them?” My mouth dropped open and I stared at him. My husband was dancing only a foot away!
His head tilted to the side, his lips parted slightly as his grey eyes bored into mine. He was actually serious. Should I switch partners before this got out of hand? Was it the drinks I’d had or the sex charged atmosphere that kept me dancing with him, my lips pulled up at the corners in a smile while a tingle of pleasure shot between my legs?
I glanced away to find Keith and Kate. Her hand covered his, on her breast! It was HER forcing his fingers to grasp it and then rub her nipple. Not only that, but she had his muscular thigh, trapped between hers and was rubbing herself against him. His eyes were wide when his gaze flitted to me.
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Thank God, the song ended. Keith looked like he needed to be rescued. And me--well, maybe I did too.
I watched my husband extricate himself from Kate’s embrace, take her hand and step towards Rob and I. His face was flushed and his eyes signaled to our table.
“Just one dance? I was just getting warmed up.” Kate’s expression was pouty when she looked at Keith.
“Yeah, I know. I felt the heat, don’t worry. But Lori and I need a break.” He placed his arm around my shoulders, nudging me away.
“No worries Keith. It’s your first night, man. Thanks for the dance, Lori.” Rob’s eyes met mine.
My stomach dropped, seeing the confident expression on his face. His proposition had stirred me while Keith was doing the right thing after Kate’s come on.
Walking away from them, Keith lowered his head to speak in my ear. “That was Kate who did all that on the dance floor. You know that, right? She came on to me, not the other way around.”
I slid my arm around his waist and pulled him close to me. “I saw that. Why don’t we get a drink and sit outside for a moment?”
He exhaled and quickly shook his head before kissing my forehead. I smiled, loving him more in that minute than I’d ever thought was possible. When he had said that he wanted to experience the ambience of Hedonism with me, he had meant it. He wasn’t here to get laid by other women. It was me, he wanted. It was me he loved.
A few minutes later, we were sitting under the stars, near the pool, the soft breeze cooling our faces. Laughter and squeals drifted over from the hot tub area.
“I can’t believe what just happened in there with Kate.” He looked at me and reached for my hand. “Lori, the only woman I want to dirty dance with is you.”
“I know that sweetie.” I smiled at him and squeezed his hand. “Rob was admiring my breasts while we danced. He asked if he and Kate could touch them.”
The sip of Keith’s drink threatened to explode out and his hand went to his mouth. His eyes were wide looking at me when he swallowed. “What? You’re joking.”
“Nope.” My face was pure innocence watching his reaction.
“Well…not that I blame him; you’re beautiful. But to come out and ASK that?” His head pulled back and eyebrows rose. “What did you say to him?”
“I didn’t answer him. That’s when I saw what Kate was doing to you.” A chuckle erupted from my mouth.
“What’s so funny?
“This. We were just hit on by another couple. And it wasn’t because you’re so great looking. They found me sexy too.” Now it was my turn to shake my head in disbelief. This was the last thing I’d ever expected.
“Well…duh. Of course.”He leaned toward me and kissed my lips softly. “How did you feel, when Rob said that?”
I paused for a moment before answering. Keith had seemed jealous of Rob earlier that day and might be really upset if I told him the truth. On the other hand… “I was shocked at first, then flatter
ed and…”
“And what?”
“YOU had me warmed up. I was pretty worked up on that dance floor.” I placed my hands on each side of his face. “I was curious and a little turned on, if you want the truth.”
Now it was his turn to be silent, his gaze dropping to the table. Oh God, what was going through his head? Maybe I should have left it at curious.
“Keith, are you disappointed in me? I love you. It was just the heat of the moment.” My heart thundered in my chest and the sultry air was cold on my skin.
“No, I’m not disappointed. Surprised is all. I was picturing them with you, kissing and making love to you.”
“Keith, that would never happen. It’s just you I want.” Oh fuck! Whoever said that honesty was the best policy!
“No Lori. I’m surprised at MY reaction. My dick is getting hard but my stomach is in a knot. Could I handle seeing that?” He looked at me with round eyes and parted lips.
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My lips clamped together and I gulped. He’d be turned on watching me with another couple? Would he participate, take pictures? A thousand questions whirled in my suddenly sober brain.
“Let’s go back to the room. I’d rather be with just you right now than dance anymore.” He rose to his feet and took my hand.